#he could bump into me and make me fall down 5 flights of stairs and I would apologize for being in the way 👀

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@simpyfrog hehehehehe look at im’ he’s cute

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Upgraded Voices In My Head (Ch. 5: Michael makes an entrance)

Fandom: Be More Chill: The Musical Ships: Boyf riends and Squipemy Links to Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 Summary: Jeremy, for the most part, was okay with the effects of accidentally drinking Mountain Dew. Having an upgraded Squip that's no longer a complete douche-bag (okay, he was still a little shitty, but nothing too unbearable)? Cool. Squip playing matchmaker for him and his multiple crushes? Awesome. Falling in love with said Squip? Not exactly ideal.

Dropping down to the final step, Jeremy swiveled around to awkwardly lean against the soda-stained arm of a battered sofa (the Squip would have to convince him to dispose of that later), all while never taking his eyes off the rather uncomfortable advanced AI. He stared the boy down for a few moments in a (successful, if his host’s increased fidgeting was any indication) attempt at intimidation before shuddering, a wave of cold electricity running up his spine, and snapped back in hopes of distracting from his darkening cheeks, air sudden too hot and room too cramped (especially with the gremlin huddled in one of the couch’s corner and gripping the controller so hard his nails were digging into its plastic sides, music blaring from his oversized headphones so loud it was audible even from where they stood as glossed over eyes fixated themselves on crude low poly pixel art). 

“What?” He sneered, practically baring his fangs and catching the human off guard before he mentally scrambled for a reply that didn’t reveal how shamelessly he’d been checking the computer out.

��I, uh, I was just wondering why, um, why you’re human form still looks kinda like Keanu Re-oof!” Before Jeremy could finish, his guest ripped off his headphones, threw them on the woolen carpet, and tackled him in a warm hug, flinging them both into the sofa cushion and wiping the hostile interaction clean from the host’s mind. The Squip, eyeing the home intruder visitor cautiously, silently slipped behind the stairs as Jeremy reciprocated the hug, burying his face in his friend’s soft shoulder for a soft moment before beaming a warm smile at him. “Michael! Holy shit, it’s so good to see you, man. How come you’re home early?”

“Our flight back got cancelled so we took an early one home. The trip was still hella gnarly though. God, you woulda loved it, man! We’re taking you with us next time, I promi...whoooooa, wait...” Eerie silence pierced through enthusiasm to reveal concern as he finally took in Jeremy’s new apprentice in full. The gamer gently cupped his reddening face with one hand, gingerly thumbing over the fresh scar, along with a few stray acne bumps, on his cheek and brushing the soft curls dangling in front of his bandages out of the way. “Dude, what...happened?” Startled by the sudden intimacy, he bashfully turned to the side to avoid his friend’s intense stare and explained what led to the mess that was last night, taking particular care to leave out the face planting like a moron bit and being practically coddled by his dotting Squip before standing back up and bracing himself for Michael’s reaction.

“...Well,...yeah, but...you’re good now, right?” He pried, poking and prodding a now heavily flustered Jeremy’s face in search of any \ injuries he might’ve missed. “‘Cause I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if something serious happened just ‘cause I wasn’t here to, like, nag you about taking care of yourself n’ shit.”

Jeremy's eyes widened before they shifted to the floor, his hands beginning to fidget again (Squip would have to deal with that later). “Aw, c’mon, Micky, y-you know you don’t have to worry about me.” The jet lag from his wonky trip hours ensured that Michael did not have the time, nor the energy, to explain why that sentence took the prize for Biggest Understatement of the Decade. ”I’m totally fine! I mean, my head is givin’ me hell and I’m fucking starving, but, like, besides that Squip says I’ll be fine, so, uh, yeah.” He spat out, earning an overly drawn-out sigh of relief from his player 1 who slumped back into his seat.

“Oh, thank god!” Shoulders dropping, Michael leaned back against his friend and let out a sigh. “Man, you are so fucking lucky you’re not hurt for real, Jer. You pull a stunt like that again and I won’t hesitate, bi-wait did you say squip?” The other nodded casually before Michael shot him a curious look.

“Oh, right! Okay,..” He shot up out of his seat and swiftly grabbed Michael’s sleeve, ripping him up from the couch to reveal a stone-faced, cleanly dressed man that the player 1 could only describe as a stylish and almost threatening version of “chill” personified practically staring into his soul, while Jeremy hooked himself onto the man’s arm, vibrating with an almost childlike excitement. It vaguely reminded him of the joy that the player 2 radiated after finally asking Christine out or finding out about how to silence Squip's excessive internal nagging with a Mountain Dew red binge (the irony between that last example and the situation at hand did not escape Michael) “So! This is my-”

“Squip.” He interjected, extending an arm in search of a handshake while silently bracing himself to touch a most likely greasy and calloused hand. “Shorthand for super quantum unit Intel processor. You must be Michael. Truly a...” Closing his eyes and grimacing, he forced out his best, almost like the words stung. “...pleasure...to meet you, sir. Jeremy has told me many oh, for god sakes, why do you humans insist on throwing things at me today!?” The hologram groaned, bending over to pick up the thrown Xbox controller that had phased through him and place it back on top of its console while Jeremy ran to Michael’s side.

Failing to apprehend his friend due to his less-than-stellar strength (see: noodle arms), he opted for a more reason-based persuasion, muting the voice inside his head nagging on about how the emotion-driven best friend would probably just dismiss anything he said when dealing with something this serious.

“Dude, what the hell is your problem!?”

Micheal gave his friend a baffled look before pointing at the hologram. “That! That thing is the source of like...85% of all my problems.”

“I assume the other 15% stem from your raging idiocy, correct?”

Before Michael could bite back with a “Fuck off, you satanic tic tac!” or something equally unclever, Jeremy glared at his Squip before overprotective wrapping his arms around Michael, whose eyes widened at the sudden contact, and pulling him close, taking a half step back from the program. “Hey, cool it, dude! That’s, like, my favorite person you’re talking about.”

The Squip cringed at the young adult’s poor taste. “That’s your favorite person?” Clearly, he didn’t have much competition for the title.

...not that he wanted it, of course.

“Oh, yeah, uh, sorry about that. I swear, he’s usually not...” Jeremy studied the almost bloodthirsty look in the eyes of his kicking and screaming friend as he clawed frantically at the offending Intel processor. “...like this.” 

“I should hope not. Spending too much time around someone so...” The computer program circled around the calmer yet still scouring teen, combing over every inch of him with his electronic scanners. “...juvenile would hinder my objective.” 

“Suck a dick, asshole!”

The Squip only blinked. “I hope you know you’re only proving my point.”

“I hope you know you’re a defective piece of shit.”

A harsh, palpable silence fell over the room as Michael slumped into his player two’s arms in gradual exhaustion, and said player loosened his grip subtly and unwittingly leaned toward his Squip, his wide eyes frantically picking apart each pixel. Simulated breath hitching, the Squip froze for so long, Jeremy had time to toy with the idea that he might be glitching. The last time Jeremy saw him project glossy, shifting eyes, shaky hands, and a loss for words (God knows that thing never shut up) was during the glimpse he caught moments before passing out from the shock of The Play™. Back then it’d only been there as a last-ditch attempt to draw sympathy out of Jer in vain hopes of reactivation, but there was no reason for it now, considering the lack of real, high-stakes threat (Unless you counted Michael and, quite frankly, he knew the Squip was smart enough not to). The first time was a dull shock to Jeremy’s system.

The second only stirred up a vague sense of concern he was sure the Intel processor saw.

The Squip, of course, couldn’t have that.

[yutanology]

Kids (Prologue)| NCT Dream × Fem!Reader

Warning : cliche, a few cusses, little fluff, possessiveness, NCT Dream being bratty and stubborn. No proofread :(

Synopsis : Y/n somehow ended up helping Mark babysit his stepbrothers for the weekend. That two days of babysitting soon turned into frequent days of her visiting them as they would throw a fit if she wouldn't. When she thought everything would be fine soon, it only became worse as time passed by.

Take note that Mark and Y/n are at the same age(15). 00 line are 7 while Chenle is 6 and Jisung is 5.

"Vroom! Vroom! Vrooom!" Jisung said loudly through his pouted lips. He was sitting on his big toy car, imitating the roaring machine of an actual car.

Behind him was Chenle pushing him on all sides of the wide nursery room to make Jisung feel like he's really driving the car. The younger kid raised both his hands up, enjoying the ride and the room was filled with their cute giggles.

"Hey, slow down. You might get hurt—" Mark immediately cut his own words, replacing it with a loud yelp when the wheels of the car they were riding ran on his toes. "Ahhh!" he instinctively crouched down to hold his toes that were now throbbing in pain.

The duo didn't even bother to look back at him and ask if he's okay cuz they're too entertained to even notice his suffering.

"Y/n, help!" he called out for the female who just entered the room carrying a very hyper Haechan on her arms that she chased around the house for almost half an hour so she could get him to wear his pants.

She had such a great time giving him a bath. Haechan splashed water on her clothes, saying that he wanted her to join him on his bubble bath. Ending him getting her hoodie soaked wet (she took it off and let it dry), thankfully, her shirt was safe.

He wanted to play with her all the time. He doesn't want her to take a break even for a damn minute and he never ran out of some things he'd like to say. Either he makes sense or not, he doesn't care.

She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be enjoying her time alone at home while it's still weekend but here she is, babysitting her friend's stepbrothers. It just so happened that she met Mark's parents when both of them walked home together yesterday from school.

They had a little chitchat and eventually got along. Then that's when they asked her a favor to help Mark take care of his stepbrothers during the weekend as they won't be able to keep an eye on them because of their busy schedules.

She was about to decline until she heard that they're going to pay her a fair price. Yup, she needed money that's why she agreed with them. Her family is not as rich as the Lees so she can't always get the things she wanted to buy. So in order to be able to, she had to work for it. She got her parent's permission that night, letting her do what she wanted.

"Why? What happened?" she asked Mark, trying to keep Haechan still or he'll fall down but she decided to put his feet on the floor. "Nooo! Carry me! Carry me!" Haechan whined, holding his arms up to her.

She tiredly sighed, picking him up again. She knew the last thing to do to him is to make him upset. He'd cry nonstop and would totally be mad at everyone. She didn't want that. Things would be harder to handle than it already is right now.

"My toes freaking hurt! I don't think I'll be able to stand up." He over exaggerated.

Y/n approached him to check if he's alright then found his toes flamming red. "Oh god, uhm, I'll go get some ice or something. I don't know how to treat that but I hope it would help." she rushed to the kitchen with Haechan still on her arms.

Opening the top of the fridge, she saw an ice pack. She grabbed it and was about to close the fridge when Haechan spotted the fruit popsicles. "I want that." he pointed at the sweet treats that caught his attention.

She reached the first popsicle, "I don't like that. I want the strawberry." then she gave him one. He better not have cavities for eating too much sweets or else she'd be blamed for it.

She helped him get rid of the plastic wrapper, throwing it on the trash bin before letting him eat the fruit popsicle. His eyes almost literally twinkled once the cold strawberry treat touched his tongue. At least, he's happy now.

They both went back to the room, handing Mark the ice pack to help it ease the pain on his poor toes. "Thanks." Mark sighed and she nodded, sitting beside him on the sofa but their eyes are still on the kids just to make sure they're okay.

"Where are your maids? Aren't they supposed to be helping us here?"

"They all went home to their families. Only our cook and our driver are the only workers left here." That explains why she didn't bump into someone else in this house.

Renjun was not so far from them. He's quietly sitting on the carpeted floor attaching puzzle pieces together, focusing on completing the picture into whole. Despite the whole chaos going on around him, he somehow found peace on the corner of the room.

Well, not until he found out that Jeno was chewing on the other puzzle pieces. He's been trying to look at the missing items on his puzzle only to find out that they're with Jeno all the time.

The two kids fought. Renjun was huffing mad while Jeno was crying. Even though he already said sorry, Renjun doesn't seem to forgive him anytime soon for ruining his puzzle that he worked on for hours since this morning.

Mark limped his way to Jeno to calm him down and Y/n took care of Renjun (and Haechan, of course). She was in the middle of a conversation with Renjun when she felt a tug on her shirt.

Looking down, she saw a sleepy Jaemin rubbing his eyes. "I'm sleepy." he said. He must've been worn out from joining Haechan at every trouble he initiated.

"Oh, wait a second." she told him, he silently nodded.

"Haechan, can you please sit here with Renjun for a while?" she carefully put him beside the said boy.

"Huh? But why? Where are you going?" he asked her after he took out the popsicle out of his mouth.

She lifted Jaemin on her arms this time which Haechan frowned at. "I'll just go take him to his room. I'll be back, I promise." She waited him to say something but he stayed silent, glaring at the boy playing her hair, completely unaware of the piercing gaze of his stepbrother.

"Uhm, we'll go now..." she awkwardly informed him before making her way out of the room for the nth time of the day. This time, she's the one unaware of Jaemin sticking his tongue at Haechan to tease him. Before he could stomp his way to him, Y/n was already out of the room with Jaemin, leaving both Renjun and Haechan angry of different reasons.

Throughout the whole time she carried Jaemin to his room, he continued to play with her hair. Twirling silky strands of her hair on his small fingers, droopy eyes slowly closing and his head weighed on her shoulder.

Assuming that he fell asleep, Y/n could only sigh in relief that one of the most chaotic step brothers finally took his rest. After climbing a few more flight of stairs, she reached his room at last. The whole mansion is too big for her liking but she's not the one living here so she can't have something to say to it.

She pushed the door open, laying Jaemin on his queen sized bed then she covered half of his body with his comforters. "Sleep well, Jaemin." she kissed his forehead before she left him and he slept with a smile adorning his lips.

"What took you so long?" Haechan immediately asked her, arms crossed on his chest and his brows still furrowed together. "Haechan, you know how far Jaemin's room is from here. Come on, stop being sulky. I'm already here."

She glanced at Mark reading a book for Jisung, Chenle and Jeno on the table. "Why don't you join them?" Haechan shook his head. "Because I don't want to."

"Aren't you going to take your afternoon nap too?"

"No."

"What about—" he didn't let her finish her words as he stood up and stomped away out of the nursery room. He left her there confused. Renjun who had finally cooled off his anger approached her.

"He's mad at you."

Y/n looked down at him. "I just tucked Jaemin to sleep. Why'd he gotta make a big deal about it?" she asked as if she's talking to herself. Renjun knew the answer but didn't blurt out anything about it instead he held her hand.

"Can we go pick flowers on the garden?" she smiled at him with a nod. "Yeah, sure. Let's go."

[creepytoes88]

WARNING ⚠️- this is absolutely FILTHY like I need to go to church for real. like the last one is rainbows and kittens compared to this one y’all 😰��� sorry for any grammar mistakes or miss spelling

PSA- y/n in this smut is a famous TikTok weeb and she doesn’t understand how famous she is yet and Vinnie has a fat Crush on her readers to find out more 😈 and covid doesn’t exist in these obviously

https://youtu.be/NocXEwsJGOQi

Song/dance I’m talking about 👆

Vinnie’s POV

I watch her dance again I’ve watched it 8 or 9 times. Her baby blue thigh high socks and her lace pink skirt. The little bit of thigh poking out between the two driving me crazy the thoughts going right to my downstairs area. I groan and close TikTok I can’t keep thinking these things about y/n it’s not right I then hop out of bed and head downstairs to get some breakfast and coffee. When I get downstairs and step into the kitchen J immediately yells to me from the living room “DID YOU SEE HOW HOT Y/N LOOKS IN HER LAST TIKTOK!” Before I could answer Anthony come out of his room and gets something from the fridge “Avani is coming over and she’s bringing a friend that’s moving in with her, apparently she’s shy so everyone is nice I’m not getting bitched at cause you all couldn’t keep your dicks in your pants and made her uncomfortable” we all nod in agreement I take my muffin and coffee up to my room and watch some tv.

Y/n POV

I take a deep breath as I step off the gate moving to LA was a big move but it’s for the best I skip baggage claim because all of my stuff should be at Avani’s house by now. I pull my phone out of my carry on but before I could call Avani and see if she’s here yet but before I could I hear my name being called I turn around and see some boys around my age coming towards waving at me I wait and we take pictures I say goodbye as we walk away and call Avani’s phone “HEY! DID YOU LAND?!” “Yes I landed, I’ll be out front by the doors come find me.” I laughed as I hung up, It only took 10 minutes for Avani to find me and run at me full speed before nearly taking me and her self to the ground “WOAH!” “So how was your flight?” I laughed “very pleasant” Avani pulled away from me before looking me dead in the eyes. “There’s someone I want you to meet” point, Blank, period that was all she said before grabbing my hand and pulling me to her car. “Not that I don’t appreciate that but I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” Avani stops dead in her tracks before turning around to look at me “Then just fuck him” I stared back at her with a shocked face.

“I- wh- what “she turns back around before pulling me to her car, she unlocks the car and I throw my carry on in the back seat and get in the passenger side. Avani starts the car up then puts her seatbelt on, she turns on her blinker and waits for space so she can get out “well who is it?” I’m a little curious. Avani looks at me and smiles “I know you don’t follow him but maybe you have heard of him” she says with a big smile “his name is Vinnie and he is simply and cutest and sweetest most annoying human being on this earth” she says as she pulls out on to the road heading to her house or so I thought “no I can’t say I have heard of him.” About 30 minutes later she asks if I need to change because we’re gonna stop and pick up her boyfriend and maybe some of his friends then we’re gonna get some food. I thought about it and remembered I brought a mini skirt with me and some thigh high socks along with my doc martens and the sweatshirt I am wearing I think that’ll be fine “no I brought some clothes to change into.”

“Okay cool,” she says we sang to music before pulling in to the expansive looking neighborhood. I guess I should get used to this in a couple of months I’ll be in my own house in an expensive neighborhood just like this one (wink wink 😜) we pull into a house with a bunch of cars in the driveway. I’m kinda nervous for all the people my anxiety starts to kick in a little bit so I take a deep breath “if you want you can change in the car or the bathroom.” I almost agree about changing in the bathroom and for some reason, I change my mind “ it’s ok I’ll just change in the car.” Ok, that’s fine just come in when you are done past the stairs and then you’ll see the living room I’m gonna get Anthony from upstairs.”

She says as she walks away ok this is fine I hurry up and change I slid my socks on before putting my boots on as fast as I possibly could. I put my bag in the trunk in case more people decide to come then just us three I then walk up to the door and take a deep breath I grab the handle and turn it, Of course, it didn’t open. Why would it open, nothing goes right in my life. Great time to make it more awkward for myself, I knock on the door a couple of times and nothing happens so I do it again. Still nothing I take a deep breath before pushing the doorbell great just great I think to myself. I hear someone yell and I stand up straight and got ready to start explaining myself especially if Avani wasn’t the one to open the door. Not a second later a BEAUTIFUL man opens the door, soft brown eyes with hints of green and long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and big red lips. Even his unruly curly hair was beautiful. I had to tilt my head back to look up at him ( you can change this if you are tall we love tall queens here) his eyes meet mine and Immediately his face changes from confusion, shock and then finally he hits the ground.

Vinnie’s POV

After I finished my breakfast I hopped in the shower and made a TikTok (the one where he has a towel wrapped around his waist) I then put on some sweats and walked downstairs I saw Jordan and Kio playing on the x box so I laid on the other couch before falling asleep. However, I woke up to the sound of Kio screaming my name I look up at him “will you go answer the door I’m about to win.” I groaned as I got up to answer the door I looked out of the peephole and saw nothing but the top of a head with pigtails on it “what the fuck” I said to myself chuckling and I opened the door to see a girl and as she looks up at me I immediately realized who it is and then everything went black.

Y/n POV

I look down as he lays on the ground unconscious I gasp before calling Avani’s name all of a sudden three boys come out of nowhere. “I don’t know what happened he opened the door and when he saw me he passed out” the boys looked at me with wide eyes before they started to laugh and make fun of the boy on the ground for being “whipped” and a “simp” I just look at them shocked “YOUR FRIEND IS PASSED OUT ON THE GROUND AND YOU'RE CALLING HIM A SIMP!!?” The boys stop and take their friend to the couch about that time Avani comes running down the stairs “ OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK I HEARD YOU SCREAMING!” “Yea the door was locked and that guy answered it and then just passed out when he saw me.”

Avani let’s out a load laugh “what the fuck is wrong with y’all” I say with a scared look on my face. “THAT'S VINNIE!” Avani yells as she laughs “he has the biggest crush on you and he passed out when he saw you OF COURSE WE’RE GONNA LAUGH!” She says almost crying “that’s Vinnie,” I say with wide eyes he’s fucking beautiful I think to myself. Maybe I will fuck him I laugh at my own joke I turn around as I hear one of the boys say “welcome back simp” I hear him groan. ”You guys I thought I just saw Y/n but I am pretty sure I was just still asleep, tell that girl I’m sorry please I’m gonna go lay down,” he says as he gets up slowly “you should put some ice on that bump.” You say as you walk towards him he looks up at you with wide eyes “don’t pass out again, please.”

I say with my hands out in front of me to push him back if he falls forward “ I-I I’m ok really.” He says as he scratches the back of his head “well show me where the kitchen is and I’ll get you an ice pack.” I saw with a smile “oh good luck we don’t have those here.” Vinnie says with a laugh “I got this don’t worry” I say with a wink. We walk into the kitchen and as he sits at the island I look around for a ziplock and fill it with ice, then wrap a rag around it. I walk towards Vinnie and hand it to him “thank you” he says with a smile while looking into my e/c eyes I stare back at him I don’t know how much time went by with us staring into each other's eyes but Avani walks in and laughs.

“Alright you two do you guys wanna stay here and we’ll bring you back food all the guys wanna come and we only have 5 seats sooo?”

I turn to look back at Vinnie “is that fine with you?” He looks at me and smiles “ I would love that” he says as he looks in my eyes again I take a deep breath staring back at him. I look at his beautiful lips his smile is just everything. “okay well text me what you guys want and we’ll be back in a couple of hours have fun, but not too much fun.” she says laughing I roll my eyes and look back at Vinnie “does your head feel any better?” “Yea actually” he pulls the ice back from his head and throws it in the sink “wanna watch a movie with me,” he asked with a smile “yes absolutely but first do you wanna film a couple of TikTok's together?”

I ask with puppy dog eyes “yes!” Vinnie says with no hesitation my eyes widened in shock at how fast he said yes “ok great. Well where should we film?” Vinnie thinks and asks if I wanted to film in his room or by the pool “hmmm the pool” I bet the sun is about to set “ok come, on silly girl,” Vinnie says as he walks away I run after him to see him go through a door so I follow and I see the big ass pool, I was right the sun is going down “wow,” I say to myself “it’s so beautiful right” Vinnie says with a smile “yea it’s is beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you though,” Vinnie says with a slight blush on his cheeks I turn and look at him before walking towards him. I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek I feel Vinnie put his hands on my waist “come on before the sun goes down” Vinnie and I make a couple of dancing tiktoks and we decided to make a thirst trap on his account so we went to his bathroom.

Vinnie started the video in front of the mirror by himself and then he transitioned to where I’m standing in front of him holding the phone. The next transition was me sitting on his sink counter as he takes his finger and snaps my thigh high sock against my thigh he laughs at my shocked face before ending the video he watches the video back with his hand still on my thigh. His thumb drawing small circles on the outside of my thigh I just stare at him I could feel my heart thumping and butterflies in my stomach going straight to my heat I can’t be thinking about him like that we just met an hour ago tops. Vinnie looks down at me his eyes then trail from my eyes to my lips he licks his own lips “V-Vinnie” “ yes beautiful?” He asks “what are you thinking about?” Vinnie looks me in the eyes again and says “About how great you’re going to taste.”

My eyes widen in shock and I put my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself I can’t do this I shouldn’t be feeling this way I barely know this man “V-Vinnie?” Vinnie looks down at me “what baby?” I move my hands to the back of his neck “kiss me please” Vinnie didn’t waste any time attaching his lips to mine he grabs at my waist and chest. I nibble on his lips teasing him he opens his mouth for me but I denied it and keep biting and teasing him. However Vinnie grew tired of my teasing he picks me up off the counter, he then rubs the little but of ass that’s poking out I gasp as he does, Vinnie takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, I can feel my heat throbbing against his rock-hard abs, my legs pulling Vinnie even closer to me and I start to grind my hips against his toned stomach and I let out little moans between kisses.

Before I realized what was going on he drops me on his bed immediately my legs fall apart and I reach my hands up to grab him but Vinnie is too busy staring at my cheeky white Lace panties with a cute pink bow at the top. I grow self-conscious I remember that I’m probably a little prickly down there and begin to close my legs, maybe this isn’t a good idea right now “don’t close your legs baby I think you are gorgeous.” He says with a sweet smile and lays his hands on my knees resting them there “I-I haven’t shaved in a couple of days and I-“ “I don’t care” Vinnie says with a duh face as a smile creeps on his Lips “as long as you keep you’re skirt and socks on I’m happy.” I give him a weird look and Vinnie looks back at me with an open mouth “ unless that makes you uncomfortable-“ “no I’m just curious as to why” I say with a smile “god I hope I don’t make myself sound like a creepy stalker” Vinnie says as he takes a deep breath “I have been following you for at least a year now and I have always had a crush on you I've had dreams about fucking you in a skirt with your socks on” he says really fast a deep blush on his cheeks.

“You just make it look so hot with your thick thighs and bubble butt-“ I take my sweatshirt off before he could finish ”so no shirt?” Vinnie looks at my boobs with his mouth open just staring “n- no” he clears his throat “ no bra huh” he says with a small smile “that’s a nice surprise” his eyes trailing down my naked chest “you can touch them if you want.” I say with a smile Vinnie immediately pushes my legs open and lays between them he then grabs both of my boobs in his hands and pinches my nipples with his thumbs and pointer fingers. I let out a whimper and grab his strong biceps I can feel his muscles flexing in his arm every time he squeezed or rubbed my boobs and nipples I began to rock my hips against his stomach again “c-can I lick them?” He asks in a small voice I throw my head back and let out a moan “YES PLEASE” Vinnie takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks harshly and pinches the other with his ring-covered hand as he begins to grind his bulge against me.

I gasp as he nibbles and sucks before moving on to the other nipple I run my hands through his hair I know I’m fucking it up but it’s so soft. I feel his lips trailing down my stomach I open my eyes and look down at him and the first thing is seeing is a bunch of big and little red mark all over my boobs and tummy “you left hickeys!!?!” Vinnie looks up and then looks down I see the blush creep on his cheeks and he looks down “well it’s too late now” I say with a breathy laugh “just keep going” Vinnie’s eyes light up before he went back to leaving hickeys on my hips. “Please vin” Vinnie looks up at me “can I” he looks down and then looks back up at me “yes, please do“ I laugh as I run my thumb over his bottom lip. Vinnie kisses the palm of my hand As he then kisses my lips again he rubs and squeezes my thighs for a while before pulling away to unlace my boots once he got both off he spreads my legs wide and looks at my panties that are soaked with my excitement.

I throw my hands over my eyes I know there’s a wet spot I just know it “Jesus baby all this for me” he says as he runs his pointer finger over my wet panties “you even made a mess on my bed baby.” Vinnie says as he kisses the inside of my thigh leaving hickeys I groan in pleasure and embarrassment my cheeks glowing red. Vinnie’s eyes shoot up to look at me and I can feel him smile against my thigh before switching to the other side I moan as I feel my walls clench around nothing. I can feel my wetness gush a little and I throw my head back whining and moaning Vinnie’s name. I feel Vinnie push his nose against my heat, he takes a deep breath through his nose, he groans as he licks his lips pulling away “you smell delicious baby, I bet you taste delicious too.” Vinnie leans his head down taking my underwear in his teeth and pulling them down my legs once they were fully off Vinnie pushes my legs apart and pushes my knees up so they are by my shoulders he can see EVERYTHING.

Vinnie keeps looking down eyes locked on one certain area I could feel him looking at it.“Maybe one day if you get lucky” I say with a smirk ( let me know if you would be interested in part 2 with✨anal✨😊) Vinnie blushes and then realizes what I said before smirking and leaning down between my thighs. Vinnie licks a stripe from my wetness to my clit he groans before shoving his tongue as far into me as possible “mmmm baby you taste like fucking candy.” he slurps and nibbles I gasp and run my hand in his hair “how is that even fucking possible?!” He groans “I could live down here.” he says as he shoves his long tongue into me yet again but this time he grazed a special spot making me release a small shout in shock.

“O-OH VINNIE YESSS DO THAT AGAIN!” I yell as I push his head down and grind my hips on his face at the same time basically using his face to get off. Vinnie pulls my hands off his head after a few minutes and pulls away “n-no keep going-“ “sit on my face please.” Vinnie says as stands up and pulls me towards him by my legs. “Why-“ “because I asked nicely,” he says with a cheeky smile looking down at me, so I sit up and get on my knees Vin lays down on his bed and gets comfortable he then reaches out to me with both hands. I take them and slowly shuffle my way up, when I finally am above his face and I start to lower myself Vinnie grabs my thighs and pushes me so all of my body weight is on his face ”mmmmmm baby! “Vinnie moans inside of me I moan and try to get away from his torturous tongue and vibrations that’s making my legs weak I don’t have the strength to fight him anymore and I fully sit.

Immediately he starts eating me out twice as fast and deep he starts rubbing my clit with his nose while he moans. He’s squeezing and slapping my ass with the other hand “OH OH GOD YES VINNIE JUST LIKE THAT.” I was humping his face at this point I don’t even realize he wasn’t holding me down anymore and it was me I thrust my hips a couple more times before calling out to him.“YES VINNIE MAKE ME CUM DADDY MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!!” I yell with my head thrown back “do you want me to cum on your tongue daddy?!” Ask in a whimper Vinnie groans in response to the vibration shoving me over the edge. I throw my head back so hard I fall off of Vinnie’s mouth onto the bed still moaning and whining, Vinnie jumps up and attacks my pussy with his mouth again.

Before my high is gone making me scream again and thrust against his face once more before I lay with my legs and mouth open gasping for breath. “Are you ok” I didn’t have it in me to talk so I just gave him two thumbs up Vinnie laughs before asking “are you down for another round?” My eyes widen and I look at him before I answer I take a good look at his hair all over the place lips red and plump my juices on his face. My eyes then got distracted but his god-like features my eyes taking extra long to graze over his v-line and his rock hard cock. I take my hand and run my fingers down his hard stomach feeling all the bumps and grooves down to his happy trail and I follow it to his sex Lines. I push Vinnie down on the bed before crawling in between his legs I begin to kiss his neck and leave hickeys as he did on me.

I lick his nipple on the way down and he lets out a surprised gasp grabbing onto one of my pigtails as I trail my lips and tongue down to his hip bones to leave hickeys there and on his sex lines. He trusted his hips up towards my face and let out a hot whine so I pull down his sweats and underwear in one go I immediately start to rub my thumb on his tip. I lick the vain from the bottom to the top and then I took his balls in my mouth as I stroke him Vinnie's head thrown back in pure pleasure “ple-please don’t stop” he says in an airy breath I pull off from his balls making a popping sound. I then take him in my mouth if there is one thing I’m good at its blowjobs the bigger the better and Vinnie is the biggest I've ever seen.

I suck the tip and make my way back down as far as I can go without deep throating him yet I got about halfway down his cock I then started to hum and move my tongue around what I could reach. I then began to deep throat Vinnie and as my throat was expanding to his size I couldn’t help but moan “F-FUCK.” Vinnie yells as he grabs both of my pigtails and shoves my head the rest of the way down making me choke “OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry-“ I moaned before doing it again myself my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head I then pull off and catch my breath. “Mmhm fuck my throat daddy” I say as I start to suck his tip again with big wide innocent eyes Vinnie’s hips snap against my face his hands grabbing my pigtails again fucking my throat.

I could feel his balls slapping against my chin and I grab them in one hand and start to massage them while I rub his thigh with my other hand. I feel his balls start to tighten and his tip twitched so I pull off “lay down I wanna Fuck you.” I say with confidence “I-I ok” Vinnie stutters laying on his back now as I straddle him. I take him and put his tip at my entrance before starting to sink down on him I let out a small moan as Vinnie let out a load moan as he grips the sheets trying to keep him self from pushing you down. ”Fuck Y/n your so fucking tight, I’m gonna explode” “ooooh yea, you gonna cum in me daddy or are you gonna put your baby’s on my thighs instead hmmmm maybe on my ass cheeks?” Vinnie let’s out a loud moan “any-anywhere baby please just let me cum” Vinnie groans “mmm fuck me baby.“

I say I feel him grab my ass cheeks before thrusting up into me at a super-fast pace. Vinnie groans and moans as I scream and moan “ahh are you gonna cum in my little pu-pussy daddy?” “Mmmm yes baby I’m gonna paint your walls with my seed.” Vinnie says as he pounds into me at an even fastest pace if that’s possible. “I’m gonna shoot my load so far up your pussy it’s gonna be coming out of you for days!” He yells as he grabs my neck and licks my face we are both groaning and yelling things at each other. “HIT ME DADDY HIT ME” I yell I’ve never asked someone to hit me before so this is new.

Vinnie without even thinking about it throws me on my back and slaps me across the face. I could feel the stinging sensation and my pussy throbbed so I whimpered “again” he slapped me across my face again. I moan even loader this time I could feel the knot starting to twist “AGAIN DADDY SLAP MY FACE AGAIN AN-AND CALL ME YOUR LITTLE SLUT!” I scream at Vinnie so he slaps my face again harder this time. I could really feel the sting that time I let out a cry but immediately moaned right after “YOU LIKED THAT DIDN’T YOU SLUT” he pounds into harder. I let out sobs of pleasure tears running down my face.

Vinnie then pulls out completely before flipping me on to my hands and knees, I immediately drop my head to the bed so my ass is in the air. I feel Vinnie push inside of me again this time from the back, he grabs my hips thrusting in to me at a fast pace ”DADDYS GONNA SLAP YOUR ASS TILL ITS PRETTY AND PINK” Vinnie shouts at me as he begins to abuses my ass cheeks with his open palms I push back on him and I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head ”P-P-PLEASE DADDY CUM INSIDE OF ME I WANT TO BE YOUR SLUT !” I scream at the top of my lungs I can feel the knot about to pop “F-FUCK YOUR SUCH A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE WHORE PUSSY!” He moans “SUCH A DIRTY SLUT FUCKING A MAN YOU MET TWO HOURS AGO AND ALREADY ASKING ME TO PUT BABIES INSIDE OF YOU!” He shouts as I let out a scream it was like everything stopped my mind went blank all I could think about was how good daddy’s cock felt inside of my slutty little pussy.

I hear Vinnie start to pant “I’m gonna-I’m-I’m CUMMING” he yells as he grabs my boobs and falls into my neck his hot breath on my neck. I wrap my arms around his waist and I start to rub his back “thank you, Vinnie.” He starts laughing “I should be thanking you I don’t think my dick will get hard for another woman ever again.” I laugh and give him a tight hug “you know I don’t actually think you're a whore right “ I look at him and smile “well I would hope not considering you had sex with a complete stranger too” I kiss him on the lips “will you go on a date with me y/n?” I smile at him “yes, absolutely I would love to!” He chuckles and kisses my lips “I never thought I was gonna meet you, or be going in a date with you. let alone have sex with you AND cum inside of you all in the same day, life is full of surprises” he says with a big smile. I smile back at him before kissing him once more and getting comfortable “will you take a nap with me?” “Yea of course my sweet girl.” Vinnie says with a kiss on the head.

[itsmeevie01]

Bio!Dad Bruce Month Day 13- Gifts

a teen was standing in an airport, the hood of his hoodie pulled up to hide his dark hair. His hands were stuffed in the pocket of his sweatpants, and he kept his eyes (really blue eyes!) fixed on his phone. When the arrival of the last flight from Paris for the night was announced, he glanced up, scanning the area. Satisfied that whoever he was looking for wasn’t yet at the baggage claim, he returned to his phone. 

20 minutes later, the device binged, and his head shot up, once again scanning the area. The athletic boy’s face split into a smile when he locked eyes with a girl who was waiting near a pile of bags, looking through the ones that were spitting out. The boy made his way over and pulled the girl into a hug. After they had snagged the last of her bags (how on earth did the kid have 6???) the two made their way to the parking garage. When they neared the doors separating the warm airport, the boy pulled the girl’s hood up and made sure his was up as well before pulling the bags he had taken behind him. the tow hurried through the cold air, heads down. 

As they passed a line of cars in the drop off lane, the boy’s hood got knocked off by the wind. He ducked down further, but by then, it was too late. “Timothy! Timothy Drake!” his name flew through the reports and visitors in the crowd. The boy, Tim, scowled and cut those closest to him a glare. The girl behind him sniggered at his distress before pulling her hood farther forward. As she pushed past the teen, there was a flash of blue eyes, before she was pulling him after her. As they hurried off, there were multiple flashes of cameras and questions floated through the air.

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“what that fuck did you do?” the question was punctuated by the slamming of Marinette’s door. Tim huffed as he slumped into the driver’s seat.

“I didn’t do anything though! Honestly, it’s not my fault B has been making me do the public appearances for WE!” at his sister’s suspicious look, the older teen made a face and checked to make sure she had buckled her seatbelt. S

oon, the two were speeding down the road that led to the manor, where the rest of the family was gathering. 

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When they walked in, they were greeted by Alfred, who gave Tim an unimpressed look before smiling at Marinette and insisting that the two go join the family in the big sitting room. When they entered, they found everyone staring at the television, where a news story was flashing on the screen. As the Anchor continued to talk, a picture of whatever had caught the family’s interest appeared on the screen and-

“well shit, Timmy, can’t you even pretend to be low key?” Jason’s question made the other boy groan and throw himself into a chair.

“I tried, Jason. I tried. It wasn’t until we were almost to the car that someone saw us.” He glanced at the image on the TV, “at least M can’t be seen clearly. That went correctly.” Jason snorted derisively and let himself fall back into his seat.

“how long do you think before the conspiracy theories start flying?” at his question, Marinette looked up from where she was scrolling through her phone.

“oh, those have already started. Half of Twitter thinks I’m Tim’s Girlfriend.” The room erupted in laughter and the siblings moved to accommodate the teens before turning back to the news.

Bruce smiled at his children as they started to stumble down the stairs. First, Marinette had come down from her room. The 14-year-old had taken the holiday to swap out her jeans and long-sleeved tees for a pair of leggings and a long green top that settled mid-thigh. Although her clothes weren’t festive, per say, you could tell she had thought her appearance through very carefully. At this point, Bruce mused, he wouldn’t expect anything less from the budding fashion designer.

Next had come Tim, somewhere around 5 am. The teen had also changed from his Pajamas into what Bruce realized was an outfit Marinette had planned. Black joggers, black tee peeking out from under a red hoodie, and a pair of slippers that Bruce suspected were actually his.

 Once the two had curled up together gripping their coffee, Dick and Jason appeared. They too had forgone the customary pjs for joggers, in Dicks case, and sweats in Jason’s. Dick was wearing a deep blue hoodie that was almost back, with…OH that must have been Marinette’s doing who else was going to make a custom hoodie for Dick that displayed his Nightwing symbol so subtly. Jason on the other hand…Marinette clearly had put less into being subtle with him. instead of a deep garnet that could blend into the bat symbol on his chest, the hoodie was a bright glaring red. On the back, in cursive, the name “Red Hoodie” had been sewn. Bruce held back a laugh of disbelief at the ease the girl had used to sneak the hoodies into the boy’s wardrobe.

While Bruce was marveling at his daughter’s creativity and sneakiness, Cass slipped in and settled next to him. she too was wearing a hoodie that Bruce now recognized as one of Marinette’s. it was black on black with white outlining the bat symbol. At his look of amusement, Cass handed him the hoodie in her hands.

It was black like hers, except much bigger and completely devoid of color. As he inspected the hoodie, Bruce found a small selection of embroidery on the bottom hem. “dad, I didn’t want to do anything huge, but this is a thank you, and a small reminder that I love you. Stay safe, Marinette Cheng-Wayne” he smiled as he ran his fingers over the stitching. 

When he glanced over at Cass again, he found her playing with the embroidery on her own hoodie where it met her leggings. Before he could turn and say anything to the designer, Damien made his presence known as he entered the room. The boy scowled at everyone before he plopped down on next to Marinette, on the side opposite of Tim. Bruce shook his head as he watched his two youngest interact, Damien in a green hoodie and sweats. The hoodie wasn’t anything special, except for the red lining and yellow accents that Marinette had obviously added as a nod to his hero persona.

Alfred came in shortly after and handed out coffee and Hot Cocoa. As the siblings woke up, they moved so that the family made a semi-circle around the tree. They pulled out their phones and started checked the time, texted their friends, and generally got accustomed to the early morning. 

When Alfred came back to join them, toting two giant trash bags and a camera, Dick perked up, it was time to start handing out presents. As the young adult started moving through the room, the others sorted what he was handing them when they all were given boxes in an unfamiliar paper, many of the older ones traded confused glances with each other. When the last present had been distributed, everyone turned to Damien who glanced around in confusion. “what? Do I have something on my face?” the others laughed, and Marinette bumped him with her elbow.

“its not that, little brother, you are the youngest, so you go first. You open one and everyone else will take turns after until it comes back to you!” the boy rolled his eyes at her explanation, before reaching for the paper that the rest of the family knew signifies that the gift was from Alfred. 

When the youngest had opened the parcel to reveal a selection of books on drawing and wildlife, Marinette smiled at him and nodded to Dick, who had ended up next to Damien. Dick flashed her a bright smile and opened his own present form Alfred. After Dick, Jason tugged off the paper on his box. Then, Cass who turned to Bruce with a prompting tilt of her head. After Bruce had opened his bag (really, Alfred! He didn’t need any more books on raising emotionally stable children. He had done well so far, right?) he nodded to Alfred who raised a pointed eyebrow at him (about what, Bruce wasn’t sure. He hadn’t done anything yet, had he? It was barely 6 in the morning!). Tim rolled his eyes at their interaction, before ripping open his own package and letting out a yelp of happiness at the stack of books that he found waiting for him. 

After that, Marinette simply giggled at the family antics and opened her gift. When Damien reached for the next present, Alfred lifted his camera to capture the smiles that were flooding the room.

Somehow, Damien had left the unfamiliar papered gift for last. When he reached for it, he tried to do a mental tally to figure out who it could be from. First they had opened Alfred’s gifts, so it couldn’t be him. then they had moved onto Bruce’s then Jason’s. After that, they had gone through Cass’s (apparently, she was a notoriously bad gift giver) and his own. Then, Damien had reached for the ones he knew came from Marinette, before deigning to opened Tim’s. if they had opened all of the family presents, then…” Alfred, why are these under the family tree?” Dick’s question broke Damien from his thoughts. “shouldn’t we wait until the Kents get here to open these?” the old Butler shook his head and gestured for the vigilante to open the box. 

When Dick did as instructed, he full on squealed. “How!” at the family’s confusion, the oldest of the siblings held up a card that had been nestled inside. The small crème square read ‘Complements of MCW’. As the family processed what they were seeing, all hell broke loose. The others tore into the boxes in front of them, and all found a personalized gift, and a matching Christmas sweater. No one noticed Marinette’s small smile at the chaos surrounding her, or that though she had the Christmas sweater, she didn’t have a personalized item to go with. 

No one, that is, except Tim.

so, this is LATE, because the place im staying over the weekend has crazy spotty internet and i couldnt get Word to save anything. that said, i will also be uploading day 14, so keep an eye out for that today...

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Rules of Engagement Chapter 2

Summary: Henry and Em have been friends for almost ten years and involved in a casual affair for just as long. The rules were simple: no romantic attachment and their friends and family couldn’t know. Easy enough to do right? However, when new complications emerge, Henry and Em will need to navigate this relationship of theirs, if they can even call it that.  Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 04  | Chapter 5  | Chapter 06

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Emeline)

Wordcount: 4,5K

Warnings: some fluff and a tiny bit of angst

Author’s notes: I want to thank all the comments I got on the first chapter. I didn’t expect this series to get so much recognition. Thank you! Here’s chapter 02. I do hope you all enjoy it and once again I would love to read your feedback.

Chapter 02 - What are the odds?

As soon as Henry stepped out the car in front of the church, he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander, looking for Em. It was almost second nature to him by now, whenever he would meet their friends, his eyes instinctively looked for her.

This time they landed on Todd first, standing outside and holding his baby girl Sophie in his arms. Henry could already feel the smile tugging on his lips as he made his way over, adjusting his button-down and blazer in the process. Last time he had seen the girl, she had just been born, only a week before he had to travel and start shooting The Witcher, but Todd and Clara made sure to keep him updated with pictures of his future goddaughter.

“My God, mate! you’re huge!” Todd commented voice full of awe and Henry chuckled, too distracted by the baby in his friend’s arms.

There was a huge pink bow on top of her brown curly hair and her eyes were bright blue and staring at Henry as he made a couple of silly faces until he got a bubbly giggle.

“What are they doing to you?”

“You don’t want to know. Sorry, I’m late. My flight was delayed.”

“You’re not all that late. Em had wardrobe trouble and Clara is giving her a hand,” Todd said, chuckling as Henry offered his hands up to the toddler, and to his surprise, Sophie actually reached for him, asking to be taken and Henry smirked. “She’s 6 months and already under your charms,” Todd clicked his tongue, handing over the girl.

It was no secret that Henry loved children and children loved Henry. Not only that, but he was also actually good with them. Maybe it was all the nephews and nieces, maybe it was just his natural gift, but kids tended to be in his best behavior with him.

Someone’s got a booboo? Call uncle Henry to kiss it better. Crying fit over a stolen toy or a no? Uncle Henry will hold them until they feel better. Don’t want to sleep? Uncle Henry will tell stories and even do all the voices. Sugar high and need to tire them out? Uncle Henry is on the job with a good dose of Kal…

Henry truly didn’t mind being only a call away for his family and friends. Being the last-minute babysitter whenever he was in town and having a chance of spoiling them rotten. He loved being Uncle Henry but he just couldn’t wait for the day he would be the dad.

First, he needed to find a good partner but so far, his relationships had crashed and burned, some more epically than others. And Henry wasn’t getting any younger. He would hate to be one of those fathers that had their first kid in their fifties, but he was slowly approaching his forties and had yet to meet the woman he wanted to have that kind of commitment with.

Shaking himself out of those thoughts that would lead nowhere, Henry followed Todd to a sideway entrance of the church so they could go in without making much of a fuss. It seemed almost fate that just as they stepped inside, a small hidden door opened and both Clara and Em stepped out.

For a second, Henry just stared, because Em looked so beautiful in that form-fitting soft pink dress, her dark hair falling in elegant waves over her shoulders. He didn’t even notice the sigh he let out or the small snort that came from Todd.

Henry wasn’t in the habit of lying to himself, but he made an exception when it came to this because Em might be the only woman he ever really felt like he could have a long-term relationship with. They just clicked in every aspect.

She was funny and goofy, unafraid of giving him hell whenever he was getting a big head. She could be almost brutally honest at times, but Henry had become quite good at calling her out on it with just one look. Em never failed to make him laugh, and he knew that, aside from Clara, he was the only that got her to completely loosen up. And, of course, he couldn’t forget, that the sex was amazing.

Henry was still dreaming about their last encounter last month, the feel of her without any barriers, and how much trust she laid on him to even suggest such a thing. He loved her even more for it and if only she would stop being so stubborn and accept that she loved him too and that they were perfect together, Henry wouldn’t have this problem. Because he knew Em wanted kids too.

They had this conversation one drunken night about a year ago. She had just broken up with her latest boyfriend, for reasons he couldn’t remember, and came over with a bottle of bourbon ready to drown her sorrows.

It was a cool spring night and they lied in his garden watching the night sky and passing the bottle back and forth, complaining about life and love and everything in between. Kal lodged between them, snoring loudly and making them both fall in a fit of giggles every once in a while.

“Ok, confession time…” Em said, turning sideways to look at him. The way she squinted her eyes to see him made Henry laugh. “I miss the kingstache.” She traced the smooth skin of his upper lip and Henry grinned wide.

“You?” he asked in disbelief. “The one that mocked me the most? That called it a porn mustache?”

“Yes, alright?” she pouted at him knocking against Kal, alcohol impairing her coordination. The dog looked up startled and confused before slipping away from between them. “I miss it. It felt good, especially…”

“Especially what?” Henry asked, turning sideways too and now they were so close he could smell the whiskey in her breath; their noses almost bumping against one another.

“The feel of it whenever you were eating me out,” Em confessed, lip tucked between her teeth as they stared at each other. “And only you could rock a mustache like that, ok?”

“I love how honest you get when we put some alcohol in you,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her lips.

It was supposed to be just a soft peck but Em fisted his hoodie, holding him still while she explored his mouth in a sloppy kiss and Henry felt his body responding to it. The heat spreading, the stirring in his trousers but he pulled away and gave her a stern look.

“We shouldn’t. we’re drunk and nursing breakups…” he warned but she cut him off with another kiss. This one lasted longer, especially as she pressed her entire body against his, one hand coming to scratch his scalp just like Henry loved it and he moaned into the kiss.

“That’s why it’s perfect,” she mumbled. “We can fuck it out of our systems and move on… I don’t want the next guy to be a rebound.”

“Oh, but I can be? That’s lovely.” He arched an eyebrow, hurt and offended. She sat up and rolled her eyes.

“Like I wasn’t a rebound after most of your girlfriends, Hen? You know what? Forget it. I’m leaving.” Em got up in unsteady feet and Henry was by her side in a flash, helping to keep her upright. She could never hold her liquor all that well.

“You’re too drunk. Just stay here. I can get the guest room ready if you’re that pissed at me.”

“I’m not…” she sighed, resting again his chest, but looking away from him. “I really thought Alex was…”

“Really? I always knew he was a wanker.”

Henry felt the warm huff of her laugh against the exposed skin of his throat before she finally looked up at him, chin resting on his sternum, her big and warm brown eyes glassy, lids lowered, her cheeks flushed from alcohol. It was a beautiful sight and he loved how much shorter Em was; how she fitted in his embrace like she belonged there. Henry pushed the thought aside as he guided her inside and up the stairs.

“He was jealous of you, you know?” she flopped on the bed and let Henry take off her jeans, sweater, and bra. “I think he guessed that we have sex on occasion.”

Henry only hummed in reply, picking up one of his old shirts and helping her to put it on. It fit her almost like a dress, hanging almost at her knees, the neckline loose and slipping over her shoulder. He shouldn’t think it was this cute, but he couldn’t help himself. He bent closer, kissing her softly and Em sighed against his lips.

“I’m gonna grab some aspirin for you, please don’t hurl on my floor.”

She gave him a clumsy punch on the shoulder that Henry barely felt, and he chuckled all the way to the kitchen. He wished he could tell Em that he was glad Alex wasn’t the one and that he would like her to see Henry might be. They’ve been doing this for 8 years now and it was probably the longest relationship he had with anyone. If you could call periodically hooking up with a good friend a relationship.

He got back to the room and Em was already asleep, head buried on his pillow and Henry felt bad for waking her up but if she didn’t take anything right now, it would be worst in the morning. For both of them. He shook her lightly and she blinked blearily at him, but still accepting the pill he put in her hand and the sip of water he offered.

“Thanks, Hen. I love you,” she slurred, and Henry chuckled, setting the glass aside while he took off his clothes.

Em would always blurt that out when she was this drunk and it always warmed his heart, giving him hope until the bright light of the day came and he realized that no matter how many times she would say it, Em would still fight this pull between them.

“You’re welcome, love.”

He crawled in bed with her and Em immediately settled against him, tugging on his arm until Henry was spooning her, holding her tight. She was such a cuddler and he loved it. He loved to fall asleep with his nose buried in her head, inhaling the scent of sugar and spice that clung to her. He loved the feel of her warm skin and the soft snores that she never admitted she let out or the way she clung to his hand until she fell asleep.

It was sweet torture to have her like this, knowing that when morning came, Em would be out the door, both of them going their separate ways. But at least for those blissful hours, in the darkness of the night, Henry could pretend otherwise.  

For a while, there was only silence and Henry thought she had fallen asleep again. He was almost drifting off himself when she spoke again.

“You will be the perfect partner for some lucky lady out there,” she whispered, her voice surprisingly coherent considering how drunk she was. “And a great dad.”

“Thanks, Em,” Henry smiled and kissed her temple.

“I’m terrified of having kids,” Em confessed quietly, turning in his arms so they could look at each other in the darkness. “I mean, I didn’t have the greatest role model for a family.”

Henry pushed some hairs away from her face, looking at the big doe eyes staring at him with a glimmer of wetness. He knew her mom left when she was very young and her dad was… well, interesting.

“Do you want to?” he asked, thumb caressing her jaw. “Have kids, I mean?” she nodded, a flitting smile sneaking into her face.

“Yeah, two,” she said softly. “Because I hated being an only child. Good thing I had Clara. How about you?”

“I always thought at least three,” he replied, smiling too. “I want my house full, just like I had growing up.”

“At least?” she cocked an eyebrow at him, and Henry chuckled and shrugged. “I guess that sounds good too, maybe a little chaotic… I mean, how would that work with you and your wife working full time?”

“I would take some time off, of course…” Henry said, lying on his back, one arm around her, the other bent beneath his head. “I’m doing pretty well financially, and I could afford to spend some time off-screen or maybe take smaller roles, local productions…”

“You really thought this out, huh?” Em asked head tilted his way and Henry nodded. He lost count how many times he envisioned this scenario, the only thing that usually changed was the face he pictured for the woman in his life. “You would turn the guest room into a nursery?”

“At first, yeah, but I definitely would want a bigger place,” he said, drawing patterns on her arm. “A little farther away from the city, with a nice kitchen and a big master bedroom. A garden so Kal can run around and the kids could have a playground, maybe even a treehouse…”

“That sounds nice, I’d like that,” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering close, her breath evening out. With one last smile, Henry kissed her brow and let himself drift off too.

That conversation had stayed with him for way longer than it should. Em didn’t remember any of it of course, but Henry did because it seeded something in his heart that he had to work hard to ignore whenever they were together.

Henry guessed it could be seen as a small blessing that their hookups weren’t happened all that often anymore, even if they were both single. He also couldn’t help but notice that when they did end up together, Em seemed to fight the pull that existed between them until she finally relented and fell in bed with him. It made him wonder what changed. Why she felt like they couldn’t have this anymore.

“Henry! You’re here!” Clara greeted him with a kiss on the cheek before she looked down at her daughter comfortably settled on his arms. “And you already charmed Sophie, I see.” She looked at Todd with a grin. “You owe me a tenner.”

Todd rolled his eyes, taking the girl from Henry so they could walk into the church with their daughter, while Henry and Em took their places at the altar, side by side and he gave her a sideways glance to have a better look at her.

“You look nice.”

“You too,” she smiled at him. Her soft, glossy lips looked so tempting that Henry had to discreetly shift his stance to adjust himself.

“What was wrong with your dress?” His gaze lingered on the generous neckline that gave a very nice view of her cleavage. “Looks really good. Especially your tits. They look bigger somehow.”

“Henry!” Em hissed sharply with a glare, but he could see she was fighting off a smile. “But you might actually be right because I busted a seam under my arm and Clara had to sew it back together.”

Before Henry could comment on anything else, the ceremony started and they returned to their best behavior. Todd and Clara brought Sophie forward, handing the girl to Henry and Em so she could be baptized and they were named her godparents.

It was hardly a surprise for them that the couple had invited them, especially because Henry had Todd as a fifth brother and he knew Em viewed Clara as a sister, but they were both honored by the invitation.

Once the ceremony was over, everyone started to head to Todd and Clara’s place for the celebration. Henry was about to ask Em for a ride since he had taken a taxi but froze when he saw her heading to a car with a guy he didn’t know.

“Hey Todd,” he caught his friend who was on his way to say goodbye to a few guests that wouldn’t be able to make to the party. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Jack,” Todd said, following Henry’s gaze, catching sight of Em chatting with the blonde man. “He’s a friend of Clara’s. He and Em met a couple of months ago.”

“They’re dating?” Henry asked with a frown and uncomfortable burn in his stomach, like acid reflux. He had to swallow hard against the urge to puke.

“I don’t know,” Todd shrugged. “But they seemed to have hit off pretty well.”

As if on cue, Em’s laugh rang loud and bright as Jack held the door open so she could slide inside, and Henry had to clench his jaw to stop himself from cursing. From the look on Todd’s face, his friend noticed.

“Need a ride?” he asked, pulling Henry’s attention back him. “My brother is heading off right now.”

“Yes, thanks.”

Henry tried to push the thoughts of Em and the Jack bloke aside, pay at least a little bit of attention to whatever Todd’s brother was droning on and on, but it seemed to be an impossible task. Fortunately, the younger man didn’t seem to need his interaction to make conversation, so Henry just hummed occasionally, looking out the window. He wondered why Em didn’t mention Jack at all last time they saw each other.

Sure, it was a quick visit, but they did talk a lot before they ended up in bed together. It would have been nice to know in advance that she was dating. Was she dating? Em didn’t strike him as the kind of woman that would hook up with someone else if she was seeing another but maybe that was why she was so reluctant to sleep with him last few times?

Before Henry could reach any conclusion, they arrived and he thanked Todd’s brother for the ride before letting his gaze wander through the small gathering of people, locating Em. She was unsurprisingly surveying the cake and pastries since her bakery provided every single treat offered at this party.

Henry didn’t taste anything yet, but he knew they were delicious. Em had a unique talent for baking and it was no wonder her store was becoming more and more popular. He knew part of it was her perfectionism. Even though her team worked with her for years now and knew exactly how she would plan tables and displays, she still needed to survey everything, making sure it was up to her standards.

He took a step in her direction, but before he could go any further, Clara called his name and caught his arm in a soft but firm grip, giving the guest she was talking to a small smile of apology before tugging him to the side.

“Just the man I wanted to see,” she smiled and for a relatively small woman, she could be very intimidating. It was something to do with her piercing blue eyes that always seemed to see right through him. “Have you met Jack?”

“Not really,” he replied in surprise and confusion. Sometimes it felt like Clara could read his mind or something.

“Let me introduce you to him, then,” Clara said, pulling him along and Henry didn’t have in him to protest. He was after all curious about the man. “And please, be nice and make an effort to like him.”

“What does it matter if I like him or not?”

Clara turned to face Henry, her eyes narrowed as she stared him down, and weirdly enough, Henry felt like shrinking into himself at the weight of her stare. No wonder she was such an amazing prosecutor. That one stare was enough to make him want to confess all his crimes.

“So, you don’t know?”

“Know what?” Henry asked. This was one of the most cryptic conversations he had ever had, and he had to do interviews about DCEU without giving any spoilers. Clara heaved a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re Em’s judge.”

“Sorry, I’m what?”

“Em’s judge. For a man’s character. If you don’t like a man she’s seeing or interested in, she’ll dump their arse like a hot potato. You never noticed?”

“No! Clara, that’s… insane! I have no saying in who Em dates.” Henry huffed an awkward breath as he watched his friend. She could not be serious, but from the way she was looking at him, he knew she met every word.

“We both know you don’t have to say anything.” Clara rolled her eyes at him. “Honestly, I’m surprised that Alex lasted as long as he did considering your face turned sour everything time he was around. It was like you had shit stuck under your nose. But regardless if you believe it or not, could you make an effort with Jack? I really think he could be great for Em.”

“Fine!” Henry sighed just wanting to get out of this conversation. “But not right now. I haven’t eaten in six hours and I’m starting to get dizzy.”

“Thank you!” She flashed him a bright smile. “Head to the kitchen and grab something. Brunch will still be a while.” She came to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before walking away before Henry could even process what was happening.

Henry stood there for a few moments like gaping fish, still trying to wrap his head around the entire conversation but giving up because when it came to Clara, she was lightyears ahead of them on some things. He might as well do what he was told and get a snack before he passed out.

To Henry’s surprise, when he got to the kitchen, he found Em at the sink, finishing up a sandwich that she handed him as soon as he stepped closer.

“What’s this?”

“Toasted wheat bread, no crust, turkey slices, and that tasteless cheese you actually like. Honey mustard, but no mayo,” she said, leaning against the counter and giving him a smile when Henry’s stomach rumbled. “I figured you didn’t have time to grab a bite to eat at the airport...”

“I didn’t. Thanks,” he grinned at her, taking a bite and groaning loudly, making Em chuckle.

“Settle down, Cavill. It’s not that good,” she joked, popping a piece of turkey on her mouth, but grimacing. “Urgh, this taste like cardboard.”

“You’re ok?” he frowned at Em.

“Yeah, just feeling a little queasy all morning,” she replied. “But I have to eat something or my blood sugar gonna plummet.”

Abandoning his sandwich for a second, Henry moved closer to her, resting the back of his hand against her forehead and then neck, frowning lightly.

“You are a little hot.”

“Thanks,” she flashed him a cheeky smile that made Henry chuckle.

“You know what I mean.” He cupped her cheek and it was a testament of how bad she much be feeling if Em was actually letting her guard down and allowing this small intimate moment in a place anyone could walk in on them. “You might be coming down with something.”

“Fuck! I hope not. This is one of my busiest months,” she let out a long exhale, and maybe it was just Henry’s wishful thinking, but he thought Em might have stepped closer, almost leaning into him and all he wanted was to take her in his arms and hold her.

“Am I interrupting?” Clara cleared his throat, making them both jump and turn to stare at her guiltily as she looked at them with a knowing smirk.

Henry wondered why she seemed to be everywhere. He knew it was this sort of gift every great hostess had but it could be very annoying when all he wanted was some privacy with Em.

“No,” Em recovered first, stepping away from Henry. “I’m just not feeling well, and Henry was checking up on me.”

Clara just hummed, coming closer and mimicking Henry’s actions, her brow drawing into a frown.

“I don’t think you have a fever, but you’re a little hot. Maybe it’s just that time of the month?” she asked, giving Henry a sideways glance.

“No, I had my period…” Em trailed off with a thoughtful frown as if she couldn’t exactly recall and Clara chuckled.

“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d joke you’re pregnant,” Clara teased with a smile. “I mean, the bloating and nausea and all that? Anyway, just lie down for a while. You’re probably just overworked.”

Once again, Clara was gone like a quick whirlwind, leaving Henry and Em to stare at each other in shock. He knew his eyes were wide and he was stunned into silence. Em just looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“No!” she snapped once Henry recovered enough to try to say something. “Don’t even think it, Henry. It was once and I have an IUD. It can’t be.”

“You’re right,” he agreed quickly, but his heart was still thundering in his chest, his hands sweaty and he could barely breathe, terror and excitement mingled together in his chest, but he didn’t dare to voice it. Not when Em looked like she was about to throw up.

“Clara’s right. I’m just tired,” she sounded like she was trying to convince herself, not Henry. “I just need a good night of sleep. That’s all. So, we’re not gonna talk about this, because it’s impossible. What are the odds of actually happening?”

Less than 1 percent, Henry found out later, once he was at home and couldn’t sleep, still thinking about the entire thing. He googled it to calm his nerves, surprised by the hint of disappointment he felt at learning it was next to impossible. It wasn’t enough to stop him from thinking and wondering, though.

Enough so that when he heard the sound of his doorbell, Henry nearly jumped out of his skin. It was a noise he practically had forgotten about since Kal would always announce newcomers way before they could ring it. But Kal was back in Budapest. It didn’t make sense to bring him over when Henry would only be staying a day.

Henry glanced at his clock, frowning at the late hour as he made his way downstairs and pulled his door open. Em pushed her way inside, her face tearstained and a mask of fury as she threw something his way. Henry caught by reflex, before staring at her in confusion.

“I hate you, Cavill! I fucking hate you!” she declared, sniffling and hugging herself.

“Em, what…?” he didn’t get to finish his question, because she gestured at the object he was still holding. Henry finally looked down, eyes widening when he realized it was a pregnancy test. One of those pharmacy types and it was positive.

“I did five of them. All positive,” she said, rubbing her face dry and glaring at him. “Damn you and your fucking Superman sperm!”

Henry stared at her wordless, still clinging to the white stick in his hand.

“What are we gonna do?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t know how.

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

The other world pt 5

You were just about to give in till another light swung down from the side and knocked into Squalo's head and threw him off of you, causing more blood to decorate the new clothes you wore.

You struggled to stand up but slowly you managed. You walked over to his body, your face screwed up in disgust as you saw that the impact had completely caved in his head, at this point you couldn't make out his face.

You then paced over to his boyfriends corpse which had several holes through it. With little hesitation you grabbed the ring and pocketed it before going over to the pile of your old clothes and picking up the handle before running out of the building as all the remaining lights blew up. You slammed the door shut and let out a huff. Just glad that you made it out alive.

You were wounded and tired. You really didn't want to have to jump through barbed wire hoops for a third time but if you didn't then you were better off as a dead failure. After all this was no longer just between you and the puppeteer, the souls of your parents and the three women were also at stake. You pulled yourself up the stairs with all the strength you could. Deep laboured breaths escaped your mouth as you felt your body wobble like jelly.

"Oh dear…" Abbaccio gasped as he saw your bloodied form come into view.

"What happened?" He asked as he rushed to your side but you refused to respond.

"(Y/n)?" His tone was that of horror. He could see that this was really getting to you.

"I need… to keep going" you wheezed as you took your last step before falling to the ground, you tried to get back up only to fall again.

"(Y/n) stop, you need to rest" he said.

"No!" You hissed as you clawed into the dirt, trying to drag yourself forward.

"Stop it! You are going to kill yourself!" He yelled.

"But the eyes" you retorted.

"I'll get the last pair" he replied.

"No I need to do this!" You argued.

"Listen to yourself (Y/n), you sound like a spoiled brat! I'm not just going to sit here and let another person I know die!" He yelled.

"But I need to do this… this is my job. If I lose then I'll be trapped here for an eternity with that monster" you explained as you got up on your knees and stood up.

"Besides how hard could the last trial be?" You said as you dusted yourself off before tearing up sections of your clothes to tie around your wounds.

You looked at your surroundings and noticed that the night was dimmer than usual. You looked to the sky and noticed that the moon was slowly eclipsing, the shadow already covering half the moon

"That's strange… I've never seen a lunar eclipse in this world, have you Abbaccio?" You said as you began to walk toward the long flight of stairs that wound around the house.

"No I've never seen one either, I don't think it's a good sign so we should hurry up before it's fully eclipsed" he replied as he followed you.

As you reached the stairs a shiver ran down your spine. The attic had always been such an ominous and mysterious place for you, both in the real world and this one. Abbaccio took a step onto the first of the stairs which worsened the panic attack you were having.

“Please stay down..” you wheezed.

“I really don’t want to feel these stairs rock more” you continued to explain to Abbaccio

The real owner was a man by the name of Mr Nero. You would often be sent to deliver his mail to him but he would never open the door or respond. However at night you would be woken up by the loud creak of the rusting staircase, by chance you had actually seen him but you wish you hadn't. That image of seeing the albino male glare at you with piercing red eyes through the window shook you to your very core.

You sighed as you took your first step, the rusty metal stairs threatening to collapse underneath you. You took another step and the steps made a loud screech. You took another breath before frantically running up the rest of the steps. Your heart raced with fear and dread. It seemed so childish to be afraid of the attic but you knew what ever lurked beyond those doors was a monster among monsters.

The faint sound of a vinyl stuck on repeat echoed from beyond the door. You swallowed your saliva and brought the sliver of courage you had remaining to open the door. As you entered the room you noticed how dusty the place was, like no one had been in the attic for a decade or so.

You saw the faulty record player in the corner and cautiously approached it. You took the needle off of the vinyl.

The door slammed shut and the scratching of thousands of little claws patterning across the room became president. You turned around frantically in search of the source but couldn't see anything. You turned back to bump straight into a tall male who had been standing behind you. Permanent smile sewn at the side of his lips only became more haunting the more you looked at him.

"Well well, you finally decided to visit us" his deep green dreadlocks swayed as he cackled but still he managed to emphasize us in such a way that made you even more scared then you already were. You could only assume this was the cioccolata you had heard about.

"My my (Y/n)" he spoke with false concern in his words as his green button eyes dangled along the loose black thread. He grabbed your arm and inspected the shark-like bites on your hand before you shook him off and began to pace away from the puppet of a man.

"Your injuries must hurt… why don't you let me take care of you?" he eerily lulled as he took methodically large steps towards you.

"No thank you, it's just a scratch" you declined before tripping over backwards and hitting your head on the edge of a tray carrier, the contents spilling around you.

Syringes, knives and various other pieces of surgical equipment falling around you. All of which were not sterile, covered in blood and rust.

"You know you should really be more careful with yourself… Diavolo wouldn't like you all torn up like an old rag doll, now would he?" he scolds as you turn away from Cioccolata's gaze. On the floor you saw a ball rolling on the floor, maybe that was the last eyes, you looked through your pendant and sure enough it was. You reached out to grab it but another hand snatched it from the shadows. A low growl echoed as the second figure emerged from their shadowy hiding from behind the green haired creep. He walked towards the maniac of a man and he gave his head a pat as he looked at the pendant you wore.

Like a dog he crawled across the floor, rags covered most of his body but what skin you could see was littered in bruises, burns, scars and stitches. Discoloration of his skin was prominent. His button eyes were a glossy lavender. He was more like a Frankensteinish monster than what was meant to seem human.

"Cheater" he snarled as he held the ball between his teeth which caught the attention of the man in white.

"Oh… is that right Secco?" He hummed before reaching out to you with his bony fingers and tugged at the necklace until the leather snapped off, with little care on how much it hurt you.

"You're absolutely correct Secco, she's cheating"  he hissed.

"How am I cheating, there was never such a rule against this?" You asked as you finally stood up.

"In Diavolo's world we are all at his mercy my dear" he chuckled as he poked your nose.

"That wasn't an answer" you stated but yet again he ignored you.

"How about you play a game with my rats?" He asked.

"I'd rather not… I hate rats, I find them absolutely terrifying" you replied, squirming underneath his scrutinizing gaze.

You quickly tried to snatch the ball out of Secco's mouth but failed. His skin began to literally crawl, like something was squirming inside of his body. Through his stitches creatures tried so desperately to escape this form. Sharp teeth began to eat through the disgusting disguise that Secco truly was until the fake puppet burst into a swarm of filthy rats.

Like a ripple in the water they scattered in all directions. You let out an ear piercing scream as you felt their wire like fur brush against your skin. You had lost complete sight of the ball until you saw it in Cioccolata's hand.

You quickly tried to snatch the ball out of his hand but you instead caught a strand of string attached to him without realizing, accidentally pulling all the fine stitching that held him together. Bony ringed tails wriggled like tendrils as more rats fell from his body. Loosening the fine stitching even more until the large rodents began to fall to the ground.

You saw one had caught the ball and began to scurry away. You tried to chase it however they all kept their distance, like you and all of them were like the same side of different magnets. Sick of their game you leaped to catch the blasted rat but  they all avoided your landing to the wooden floor. Splinters from the wooden planks that barely passed as an actual floor scraped against your skin. The filthy creatures crawled on top of you.

You cringed at the feeling of how their paws clung to your skin, the goosebumps on your skin only made the sensations feel all the worse by ten fold. You thrashed your body around to get them off of you. While some were thrown off others had a tight hold on you. 

Managing to get to your feet you stumbled around in a desperate attempt to free yourself from their filthy paws off of you. Some still managed to keep their grip and began to crawl up your face, using their revolting bodies to obscure your view.

You slam into every wall to try to get them off but it seems impossible. You keep trying to knock them off, only to hear your steps on metal and the floor shake under you. It was all a part of the devious rats plan. The sheer force of their colony tackling into you caused you to lose your balance and topple over the rails, only then your sight was restored to watch yourself fall to the ground far below.

You seemed to blackout just before you hit the ground. For only a second or two you experienced true nothingness. Numbness enveloping you, exposing you to the loneliness of nonexistence. However such loneliness felt almost like a luxury in comparison to then to live a life of constant torture, one that you would surely experience if you lost this game.

The light almost seemed blinding as you opened your eyes, your vision was fuzzy and blurred and you couldn’t understand the noises, even when your senses returned you just blankly stared at the starless night sky.

“(Y/n)” a familiar voice said with concern in their tone.

“(Y/n), are you ok?” they asked before you turned your head towards them to see Abbaccio with the ball in front of his paws.

“Thanks… I thought I’d lost it” you muttered, still partially out of reality.

“(Y/n) now’s not the time to be daydreaming, look” he scolded as he looked just a little bit to the right than you could see..

You sat up and turned a bit to see the last sliver of light become hidden behind the silhouette of a button upon the moon. The sky began to peel like the old paint on your house walls revealing only a blank white behind it. The ground began to shake, you jumped to your feet and scooped Abbacchio as well as the final eyes before bee-lining to the back patio and desperately trying to open the door as the world crumbled behind you at an alarming pace.

You finally opened the door and threw yourself in and slammed the door shut.

[twomanyideas]

I Know What You Did Last Christmas

A collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404

Gratsu Winter Solstice 2020 Prompt: The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway Pairing(s): Gray x Natsu, Sting & Natsu, Sting x Rogue, Gray & Rogue

AO3

Summary: Sting and Natsu go on holiday vacation to a mountain resort. Sting immediately meets an alluring dark haired stranger, sticking Natsu with his less than pleasant friend, who doesn't seem to remember they've met before.

Chapter 1

After an excruciating 5-hour bus trip and another 45 minutes of waiting in line to check-in, Natsu and Sting finally received their keycards to the hotel room they’d be staying in for the next couple of days. The lobby overflowed with guests, the majority of which were college students who’d gotten off one of the many charter buses parked outside, just as they had. The line for the two elevators was long enough for Natsu to decide he wouldn’t join it. “Come on, let’s just take the stairs,” he suggested, bumping Sting’s shoulder to get him to move. Sting looked at his suitcase, which was so ridiculously large it looked like he’d packed for a three-week stay rather than just the five-day vacation they’d booked, and for a moment, Natsu thought he was going to protest. But he simply shrugged and started making his way through the crowd. “Sure, I’ve been sitting still for way too long anyway. I could use some exercise.” 

Natsu could too. They hauled their luggage up the two flights of stairs, and he couldn’t help but stare longingly through each window they passed, already picturing himself going down the snow-covered hills. Unfortunately, that would have to wait until tomorrow, as they still had to put their stuff away and rent their equipment. It would be getting dark by the time they finished. They made it to their room, and with a quick slide of the keycard, Sting opened the door. He blocked the view, and with the room being unlit and the curtains closed, Natsu couldn’t see much past the entry hallway yet. His friend’s first reaction made him that much more curious. “Holy shit...” “What?” Natsu stood on his toes, pushing Sting forward impatiently when he couldn’t see over his shoulder. As they walked into the room, Sting found a light switch and flipped it, and they both looked around with dropped jaws. The room was beautiful- spacious, clean, and nicely decorated. However, there were a few things that raised some alarms for Natsu. Rather than the two double beds he was used to seeing in just about every hotel he’d ever stayed at, there was only one.

That was impractical but not that concerning. They were roommates, after all. It wasn’t that unusual for them to fall asleep on each other while watching TV.

The next thing that caught his attention was the heart-shaped hot tub in the middle of the room. And even that was more of an afterthought.

It was the bottle of champagne that was sitting in an ice bucket next to said heart-shaped hot tub that was really giving him the most significant pause. If you added all three of those things together, they spelled out something, and while Natsu might not be a great speller, he also wasn’t that dense.

“Uhm, Sting?” “Okay, so hear me out,” Sting chuckled nervously, side-eyeing the hot tub. “When I sat down to book us a room, I noticed they had a special deal for couples and uhm...I dunno, how was I supposed to say no to a room with a hot tub?”

“Oh, thank fuck, for a moment there I thought- You know what? Nevermind. Hot tubs are great!”

“You thought, what? That this was some kind of big, dramatic set-up to a confession?” Sting teased, “You’re giving us both too much credit.”

“Yeah yeah, you know you want me.” Natsu dumped his suitcase next to the bed, feeling relieved by Sting’s explanation. “Sorry, but I don’t date below my league-” Sting shook his head and offered him an apologetic smile, “but don’t worry, we can still be friends.”

Natsu snorted, “You couldn’t handle me, anyway. Let’s bounce. The last thing I want right now is to be stuck in another enclosed space, no matter how nice.”

Sting climbed on the bed gesturing at Natsu to join him.

“What are you doing?”

“Bouncing, just like you said. Come on, it’s fun!”

“You’re an idiot,” Natsu grumbled, but he got on the bed anyway, and soon they were bouncing together until they heard a knock on the wall and a loud voice demanding they cut it out.

They left the room in a fit of giggles, excitedly chatting about all the things they were going to do on their holiday.

0-0

“I thought the whole point of doing this today was that it would be faster,” Natsu complained, balking at the long line of people already waiting at the rental center.

“You think this is bad?” Sting replied with unusual calm as he took his place at the end of the line, “Trust me, it’ll be way worse tomorrow morning when everyone and their kids are here.”

“But I’m hungry, can’t we just come back after dinner?” he asked, hoping the mention of food would entice Sting to change his mind.

“How hungry are you?”

“I’m starving.”

“Then they’ll be closed by the time you’re done. We might as well wait.”

Natsu groaned, looking around the room at the different equipment options available to keep himself entertained. He hated waiting, and it felt like that’s all they’d done all day. They were supposed to be on vacation.

His attention was finally caught by an attractive guy standing a few feet away, giving him what appeared to be a once over while his friend was clearly eyeing Sting. Now, this was more like it. He nudged Sting with his elbow to get his attention and nodded towards the two guys.

“Oh, he’s cute,” Sting murmured in approval. “You think they’d like to have dinner with us?”

Natsu shrugged in response and started to walk in their direction when Sting grabbed his arm.

“I’ll go. No offense, but you tend to get overeager.”

“That was one time!” Natsu called after him, but Sting only waved.

Great, now he was stuck in line while Sting was off flirting with a cute guy. He watched Sting’s progress, smiling to himself when the guy didn’t seem to be responding to his advances, although he had to admit he didn’t precisely look put off either. The other guy, however, seemed annoyed by the intrusion. Natsu hoped he’d say something. It would serve Sting right for leaving him there.

Sting returned a few minutes later, looking pleased.

“Well? Are they going to join us?”

“Dunno yet. They were going to discuss it. Rogue, that’s the guy I was talking to, seemed interested. Not sure about his friend.”

This information rubbed him the wrong way, but Natsu resigned himself to being Sting’s wingman if it came down to it. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“What were they like?”

“You’ll see for yourself,” Sting answered hurriedly, and it was only then that Natsu noticed that Rogue and his friend were making their way towards them.

“Natsu, this is Rogue, and his friend - uhm,” Sting blanked for a moment and smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“I didn’t offer it,” the guy responded coldly.

Natsu snorted at the discomfort on Sting’s face but instantly shut up when he caught a brief glimpse of the sword pendant the guy wore. His eyes darted up, examining his features more closely and much to his dismay, realizing they’d met before.

“Something funny?”

Natsu wasn’t at all intimidated by Gray’s scowl. He turned to Sting, “His name is Gray.”

“Do I know you?” Gray asked, sounding puzzled. His eyes traveled over Natsu’s face, studying him intently and showing no signs of recognition.

“You could say that,” Natsu snapped, feeling downright mortified. He nodded at Gray’s friend, “Hey Rogue, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Rogue said, his forehead furrowing as he glanced from Natsu to Gray with growing interest.

“Hey, Pinky,” Gray prodded, managing to hit on that one most hated of Natsu’s nicknames, which did nothing to help his case. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you have a problem with me?”

“Other than your lack of manners? No,” Natsu muttered through gritted teeth.

That got a response, although not the one he expected. Gray chuckled and got in line next to him. “So, are you going to tell me how we know each other, or is it some kind of national secret?” he asked in a teasing tone, clearly not picking up on Natsu’s anger.

Natsu’s thoughts were all jumbled, and there was no way in hell he trusted himself to bring any of that up in the middle of a crowded room, so he stuck his tongue out instead.

Because he wasn’t already humiliated enough. Fuck his life.

“Oh, that’s real mature,” Gray rolled his eyes in response but went ahead and changed the subject. “So, are you boarding or skiing?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Natsu crossed his arms in front of his chest and feigned interest in the posters that hung on the walls. He knew he was acting like a toddler, but what else was he supposed to do? Of all the people he could possibly have anticipated running into on this vacation, Gray was the last one he would have thought of. And with good reason.

He felt utterly humiliated. The fact that Gray didn’t even remember him rubbed salt on a wound that had never quite healed. He felt all their eyes on him, and it wasn’t helping, especially when Gray was acting completely unconcerned by his behavior. And damn it, how had he forgotten how hot he was?

Sting liked Rogue, that much was pretty obvious, and Natsu didn’t really want to ruin his chances or be left to his own devices over the holidays. Maybe if he just tried to be civil, it might not be so bad.

I am doing this for Sting. I am doing this for Sting. I am doing this for Sting…

He repeated the words in his mind, using his affection for his friend to bolster his resolve.

“Have you been here before?” he asked in the most civil tone he could muster.

“Yeah, I used to come with my family when I was younger. The lower trails are just okay, but their black diamonds more than make up for it.”

Natsu was so surprised to get an actual answer that he almost forgot to reply.

“That’s awesome!” He cheered, feeling the familiar excitement course through him like it did whenever he was about to take on a challenge. It had been a few years since he’d last gone snowboarding, and he couldn’t wait to see how much he remembered. It almost let him forget his situation.

Gray stared at him again, “Are you always this loud?”

Almost. So, he was loud, was he? Well, he’d rather be loud and honest than whatever the fuck Gray was. Natsu was fuming by this point. As far as he was concerned, Sting was on his own.

He wasn’t putting up with this asshole any longer than he had to. He’d already wasted too much of his time on him as it was. Plenty of snow on the mountains to keep him entertained for days on end.

“Asshole,” he muttered under his breath.

“Did you say something?”

Natsu shook his head, staring ahead and willing the line to move more quickly. Sting was chatting away with Rogue, not paying any attention to him whatsoever.

When it was finally Natsu's turn, he quickly gave the attendant his boot size and grabbed the board they gave him. He paid for his rentals and signed his name to the agreement.

“I’m going back to the room to drop these off,” he announced, not responding to Sting’s raised eyebrow. “It was nice to meet you,” he told Rogue and turned back towards the hotel without even a glance at Gray, the asshole.

“Wait up!”

Sting caught up to him a few minutes later, out of breath and holding on to his rentals awkwardly. “What happened? Did I miss something?” Natsu sighed in an effort to calm himself down, “That was the guy.” Sting seemed pensive for a couple of seconds, but then his eyes widened in realization. “Oh! You mean the guy? Gray? Yikes.” He winced and looked over his shoulder, searching for any sign of Rogue and Gray, but the two were nowhere to be found. “Look, Rogue seems like a cool guy, and I know you like him and all, but if Gray’s coming to dinner, I’m bailing,” Natsu declared resolutely.

“Nah, man. Bros before... well, you know,” Sting grinned. “Let’s go drop these off, and we’ll get something to eat, okay? Rogue said there’s an arcade too!” “Sounds like a plan!”

Now that he knew his night was looking up, Natsu relaxed and put the whole encounter behind him. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t see Gray again.

0-0

After bringing their rentals up to their room, Natsu and Sting had spent the rest of the afternoon checking out the hotel and other parts of the resort, all of which were decked out for Christmas. Eventually, they'd stumbled upon a diner where they’d sat down for their first official holiday meal.

Dinner was fun, the food was nothing to write home about, but it was the first time in months they'd been able to relax. They knocked back a few beers and pored over a resort brochure, checking out the different trails and marking the ones they wanted to try out.

It was still too early to go to bed, and although they kept toying around with the idea of going in the hot tub, they were just too wired to return to their room. They decided to search for the arcade Rogue had mentioned instead. Natsu knew that Sting was hoping to bump into his new “friend” there, but with any luck, there’d be other students from their university that Natsu could hang out with if he did.

They heard the music long before they found the entrance. The arcade turned out to be more of a sports bar, which Natsu was quite happy about. There was a pool table, darts, air hockey, and a few old pinball machines in the back. Plenty to keep him entertained, even if Rogue and Gray happened to be there.

Sting wanted to go look for Rogue, and Natsu left him to it, finding an empty stool at the bar and getting his ID out so he could order a draft beer. The bartender had just brought him his order when someone sat down next to him. “I’ll have one of those as well and put them both on my tab.”

Natsu turned to see who had just bought him a drink, effectively without asking and had to resist the urge to throw it right at the sheepish grin Gray was flashing him.

“It has been brought to my attention that I may have been an asshole earlier.”

“Oh?” Natsu replied, not willing to take the high road. “Who enlightened you?”

“Uhm, you. You know, when you called me one. How about we start over? Hi, I’m Gray,” he held out his hand for Natsu to shake.

So he had heard him.

“Natsu,” he shook Gray’s hand, squeezing harder than was strictly necessary for a greeting.

Gray looked down at his hand in surprise, stretching and squeezing his fingers as he recovered from Natsu’s handshake.

“Well, Natsu, I have no idea what I did to make you dislike me this much, but I am very sorry, and I can see that it is very much my loss,” Gray lifted his mug in mock salute, flashing him a devilish grin.

Until that very moment, Natsu had been willing to accept his apology and put the whole incident behind them. He was in a much better mood now that he’d eaten, and he knew it was likely they’d be seeing a lot of each other during the rest of this trip. There was nothing to be gained from continuing his animosity, but that grin pissed him off.

Well, maybe not the grin itself, that was quite attractive actually, but the expectant gaze that followed it. As if Gray knew that grin was the key to getting people to do whatever he wanted. Well, that might have worked on him once, but Natsu had no plans on it happening again. He remained silent.

“That’s funny. I seem to remember you being a lot chattier,” Gray remarked after a few minutes had passed.

Natsu finished his beer and got up, noticing one of the dartboards had opened up, but Gray stopped him.

“Come on,” he cajoled, “Don’t be like that. I’m bored, and I don’t know anyone else here.”

“Not my problem,” Natsu glared at the hand that had wrapped itself around his arm.

“He speaks!” Gray cheered, blue eyes sparkling with amusement, “Look, I get it. You don’t like me. Hell, I probably even deserve it, but I did say I was sorry. ”

Natsu grunted in acknowledgment, defenses lowering despite his earlier determination. “I was gonna go play darts. If you feel like getting your ass kicked, by all means, come along.”

He walked over to the dartboard, grabbed the darts, and moved to stand behind the throw line. He’d just been about to let go of the dart when Sting slapped him on the shoulder and messed up his aim.

“Awesome, you scored us a game!”

“Hey, you botched my shot!” Natsu complained, even though he knew Sting could care less. When he noticed Rogue and Gray having a private chat, he let his eyes linger on Gray. He definitely was easy on the eyes.

“Like what you see?” Sting teased, although he managed to keep his voice low for once.

“No,” he denied, shoving his friend away and ignoring his knowing laugh. He looked away quickly before he could get caught.

“You guys know how to play 501?” Sting asked.

When both men nodded, they decided to split up into teams to speed up the game as they were all eager to get to the slopes early the next morning. Natsu grabbed on to Sting, knowing without a doubt that he meant to stick him on a team with Gray, and wanting nothing to do with it.

“The two of us, against the two of you,” Natsu announced. He knew he’d been right when he noticed Rogue shrugging at Sting.

“Sounds good. When we win, I’d like another draft,” Gray taunted.

“I have no intention of buying you a drink,” Natsu declared, determined to win the game and make Gray eat his words. He took a coin from his pocket and tossed it up high, grabbing it in midair and covering it with his hand. He asked Rogue to call it.

“Heads.”

Natsu uncovered the coin, showing it as heads. “You guys start. Are we doubling in?”

Once they’d agreed on the rules, play began. Rogue was up first, but he didn’t manage to double in, so his points didn’t count. Sting followed, his third toss barely missing the double 20. Both teams were still at 501.

Gray was up next, and much to Natsu’s dismay, he managed a double 20 on his first toss. He followed that up with a triple 20 and a 1, bringing their score down to 400. Natsu was suitably impressed, even though he pretended otherwise, scoffing at the satisfied smirk Gray sent his way.

Natsu got it into his head that he was going to try to match him throw for throw. He started off a bit shaky, landing a triple 20 before the double but rallied when he managed to land in the inner ring of the bullseye for his last toss. Something he’d only succeeded in doing twice before, netting his team a total of 150 points, and giving them the lead.

Sting was practically jumping on top of him in his excitement, but it was Gray’s grudging nod of respect that gave him the most pleasure, even though he was well aware that his round had been a fluke.

Rogue was a decent player, but his attention wasn’t really on the game, neither was Sting’s, for that matter. They each took their turns and returned to their shared conversation.

Natsu and Gray, on the other hand, were very much into it. As the game progressed and the margins narrowed, their taunts increased. They called seemingly impossible shots and, most of the time, actually made them. They goaded and insulted, but there was no longer any heat behind their words, and Natsu was surprised to find he was even having fun.

Now all that was needed for them to win the game was for him to double out. Unfortunately, the almost unbelievable luck he’d been riding throughout the whole match finally left him. He wasn’t able to get it, giving Gray a chance to win for his team.

He stood behind the line, his body set in the perfect throwing stance. Studying the board for much longer than usual, he tossed his first two darts, each landing smoothly in the spot he’d called. All conversation in their group ceased as Sting, Rogue, and Natsu all watched with bated breath as Gray tossed his last dart. He needed a double 5 to win, but the dart landed on the double 12 to the left of it instead.

Rogue groaned in defeat. They had busted out. Gray made a show of being upset, but he was quick to head to the bar to get their order while the others moved to a table. He clinked mugs with Natsu and congratulated him on a game well played, and as the four of them chatted for a bit before calling it a night, Natsu couldn’t help but think that maybe he’d been too hard on Gray.

0-0 Gray hadn’t thought his first vacation day could get any worse. Getting up early to spend hours in a hot and noisy bus wasn’t for him, neither was the hassle of a last-minute room switch because of a broken heater. Honestly, he’d have been fine without a heater. Rogue was the one who’d insisted on going back to the reception to ask for a different room, and since it was high season, the only thing they could do was to upgrade them was to a couples’ suite. Complete with a heart-shaped hot tub and a complimentary bottle of champagne. If that hadn’t already soured his mood, knowing that he could kiss snowboarding goodbye for the day thanks to the ridiculous line for the rentals definitely did. And to top it all off, he’d had to spend the wait watching his friend getting hit on by some annoying guy, growing ever more frustrated when Rogue wasn’t blowing him off. There’d been one plus, though. Blondie’s friend was good eye candy. Sadly enough, he was also annoying- loud and incredibly childish, not to mention he seemed to have something against him. Gray wished he could remember what the hell he’d done to the guy because for some reason, he hadn’t been able to get him out of his head. It wasn’t so much guilt as it was that Natsu, unlike so many others, had refused to take any of his shit. Something he’d proven yet again at the bar when he was less than impressed by his apology. Even more surprising, he’d seemed immune to his charms, which had made Gray all the more determined to win him over. He had a feeling he’d succeeded a little that night, so when he and Rogue arrived back at their room, his mood was better than it had been all day, even as he was greeted with the atrocious sight of the hot tub and the double bed. “Have you ever considered switching to a drama major? Because that was some impressive acting you performed back there,” Rogue deadpanned as he closed the door behind them. “I have no idea what you’re going on about,” Gray replied, avoiding his friend’s gaze as he opened his suitcase and looked for the ziplock bag that contained his toiletries. “You were really going for it, weren’t you? Building up the suspense when you made that last shot, throwing a whole-ass tantrum...You almost convinced me, except we both know you could make that shot with your eyes closed.”

Rogue was facing the wall as he changed into his pajamas, so Gray couldn’t see the look on his face. Not that he needed to; the amusement was virtually dripping from his voice.

Gray shrugged his shoulders, “Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. It just wasn’t my night.”

“Hmhm, so it had nothing to do with you eye-fucking Natsu through most of the match? Why don’t you just admit you like him and be done with it?”

“And how would you know who I was or wasn’t looking at?” Gray countered, “Seems to me you were pretty busy.”

“I can converse and observe at the same time. It’s not that difficult,” Rogue responded with a patronizing tone that had Gray rolling his eyes.

Rogue wasn’t exactly wrong. He had decided to throw the game at the last minute. Even though he’d certainly set out to win and bring Natsu down a peg, somewhere along the way, he’d started having fun with him and his ridiculous challenges.

Besides, the guy was mad at him for something he couldn’t even remember doing. He figured maybe if he let him win, it would help him get past it, and they could have more fun. And he hadn’t been disappointed. The smile Natsu had directed at him had been nothing short of radiant, and he already wanted to see more of it.

That in itself was surprising. It had been a long time since anyone had managed to gain his interest so quickly. But he didn't want to discuss that with Rogue, so he changed the subject instead. “Speaking of observing, what’s the deal with this Sting guy?”

“Could you be more specific?” Rogue asked him as he grabbed his toiletry bag and moved to the bathroom. “He’s kind of a lot. I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“I dunno, should I be looking for another room?”

The answer Gray received came in the form of dead silence, only to be disturbed by the sound of the tap running. He snickered and got himself ready for bed, removing his clothes and waiting for his turn in the bathroom.

“Are you not going to put on pajamas?” Rogue frowned when he returned, stopping just shy of the bed and watching Gray’s state of undress with mild concern.

“This is how I always sleep,” he shrugged, entering the bathroom and fishing the toothpaste and toothbrush out of his bag. “Besides,” he called out, “you didn’t seem to mind it earlier.”

“I don’t recall sharing a bed with you before.”

“Well, that’s what you get for changing rooms at the last minute.” Gray finished brushing his teeth and turned the bathroom light off. He walked back to the bed, climbing in next to his friend under the covers. “The heater wasn’t working, Gray,” Rogue reminded him, “I was breathing white clouds. Inside our hotel room.”

“I feel like there’s a point you’re trying to make here, but it escapes me.”

“Of course it does,” Rogue muttered from behind his phone, thumbs racing across the screen. Without looking away from it, he smirked deviously, “That isn’t the only thing that escaped you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I know why Natsu hates your guts,” Rogue dangled the information in front of him.

Gray sat up, in no mood to play it cool, “Well? Don’t keep me in suspense. What did I do? Kill his cat or something?” “You’d like to know, wouldn’t you? So, what do I gain from telling you?” Rogue stroked his chin and pretended to sort out his demands, but Gray was pretty sure he already had a list at the ready. Fucking bastard.

“Fine, I’ll wear a fucking shirt to bed,” Gray grumbled, “Will that satisfy you?” “And you’re going to admit that I’m right. You like the guy.”

“You’re pushing it, Emo Boy.”

“Call me that again and I’ll never tell you,” Rogue sneered, and if looks could kill, Gray would be well on his way to the afterlife thanks to the glare he shot him.

“Fine, I like the guy. Happy? Now, spill.”

"Uh-uh, shirt first."

Gray got up and grabbed a t-shirt from his suitcase, wrinkling his nose in distaste before putting it on, already planning to take it off the moment Rogue fell asleep. He climbed back into bed and eyed his friend expectantly.

“So,” Rogue began, pleased with the results of his bribery, “do you remember going to a big Christmas party last year?”

“Yeah?” He’d gone to the Christmas party at the Blue Pegasus club with a few of his friends. It had been a wild night. Oh shit! Had he gotten into a fight with Natsu? He wracked his brain trying to remember. He and Lyon had been doing shots early on, everything after that was pretty hazy.

“But not hooking up with someone and then ghosting them?” Rogue raised his eyebrow.

“I did that? Fuck!” Gray groaned, “Still, that was like a year ago, he can’t really still be pissed about that.”

“That was my first reaction as well but it turns out you were the first person he’d ever hooked up with.”

“Seriously?! He’s our age, right?” “Yeah, so?” Rogue shrugged, “Not everyone enjoys hooking up casually, some people take it more seriously. From what Sting told me, Natsu thought he felt a connection but you never called him.”

“Well, this sucks, I literally remember none of this.” Gray wished he hadn’t gotten so trashed that night. Then again, he generally shied away from getting serious, so even if he had remembered, he might not have called.

To his great annoyance, he was even more intrigued than before. Especially now that he knew he’d already hooked up with the guy once.

One small problem: Natsu might have lightened up, but Gray was pretty sure he was nowhere near forgiving him yet, and he had no idea how to fix it. He couldn’t pretend to suddenly remember. Unless…

He fumbled for his phone, flipping through his photos, searching for any he might have taken at the club that night. There was one of him and Lyon wearing Christmas hats and doing shots, and another of Ultear with some of her friends. Swipe after swipe showed him pictures of just about everyone he knew, but not a single picture of Natsu.

Gray wanted to text Lyon and ask him if he remembered anything but he didn’t want to risk finding out he’d hooked up with numerous people that night. Somehow that would have made the whole thing worse, especially knowing it had been special for Natsu. He was just about to put his phone away when it vibrated in his hand, showing an incoming message from Rogue. Gray opened it, surprised to see a forwarded picture taken at that Christmas party, and although they weren’t the image’s main focus, he and Natsu were definitely in it. They kind of stood out even, as they were the only ones who weren’t smiling at the camera. They seemed to only have smiles for each other, sappy ones at that. “That one’s on the house,” Rogue grinned smugly before ignoring him in favor of his phone again.

Gray couldn’t tear his eyes away from the picture. He zoomed in with his fingers, studying his face. He couldn’t get over how strange he looked. Why was that?

He tried to imagine what it might have been like. To have Natsu’s eyes close in surrender as his fingers pulled at Gray’s hair and their mouths collided in reckless abandon.

Gray laughed, reminding himself it had been Natsu’s first hookup, and he’d been plastered so it probably didn’t go anything remotely like that. One thing was for certain, he wanted to experience it again, minus the alcohol. “Maybe if you show him that you’re not the kind of guy he thinks you are, he might give you another chance,” Rogue suggested, interrupting his thoughts.

“Maybe,” Gray mumbled, putting his phone away for the night. The question was, how would he go about doing that? He’d never been much of a planner. He guessed he’d just have to follow his gut and hope for the best.

He couldn’t help but feel nervous about the next day. It had been years since he’d last been on the slopes, but that didn’t worry him one bit. He was more concerned with trying to fix his fuckup.

He finally drifted off, visions of Natsu smiling at him like he’d had in that picture lulling him to sleep.

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Aaron Week Day 5: “You tricked me!”

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Aaron Dingle is not a cat person. He has never been a cat person – give him a happy, energetic dog he can play fetch with any day.

So why won’t this furry little shit leave him alone?

One evening a few weeks ago, he’d been sat in his living room, minding his own business, when he looked up from his NME magazine to see an orange face watching him from his balcony.

Letting out a startled yelp that he was glad no one heard, Aaron had stared at the ginger tabby cat in the doorway. The cat had stared back. Aaron narrowed his eyes. The cat narrowed its eyes right back at him.

Shaking his head, he’d tilted the magazine a little higher so that he blocked his view of the fur ball outside. By the time he’d finished reading it, he lowered the pages to see an empty balcony. The cat was gone. He forgot all about it.

Until the next evening. It had been warmer that night, and Aaron had left the balcony door open for a cooling breeze. He’d been pottering about in the kitchen, making himself some beans on toast, when he heard a quiet “mrow” behind him.

“What the – ”

Aaron had whirled around to see the same ginger tabby – at least he thought it was the same ginger tabby – sitting innocently on the floor behind him.

“What the hell d’you think you’re doing?”

The cat licked a paw primly.

“You don’t live here, get out.”

Nothing.

Aaron sighed, dropping the tins of beans on the counter before gingerly picking the cat up, praying it didn’t have fleas, and putting it out on the balcony. As he quickly slid the door shut behind him, the cat looked at him with an outraged expression on its face.

“I see that collar round your neck, go to your own home!”

Instead the cat rolled to its side, putting on a real show of stretching out languidly and making itself comfortable. Essentially a massive fuck you right to Aaron’s face.

Aaron snorted. “Whatever.”

*

So now he’s got himself in a situation where this ginger nightmare appears on his balcony every day without fail. Always staring at Aaron, giving him grief and trying to mess with his head. It’s a little like having a tiny, fluffy stalker.

The point of no return comes on the day the damn thing learns how to open the sliding balcony door by itself (the lock broke months ago and he hasn’t gotten around to doing anything about it), and Aaron comes out of his bedroom to see it sitting in the kitchen sink. It hisses when Aaron tries to move it, and Aaron very nearly hisses back.

Despite his less-than welcoming attitude, the thing never takes the hint, returning over and over again.

“Why me, eh?” Aaron asks as he scratches the animal behind the ears one day (probably a mistake). “All the flats you could go to in this building, why’s it my doorstep you darken?”

*

Aaron trudges through the entrance to his building one Friday night, shaking rainwater out of his hair. It's been a week of long shifts at the garage where he works, topped off with the day from hell, one stupid customer after another coming through like the place had a revolving door.

Adam texted him earlier, trying to get him to come on a night out, and his mother’s also been trying to get him to come to the village for his tea, but he’s ignoring them both. All he wants to do is get into his flat, collapse on his bed and sleep for at least twelve hours.

As he walks up the stairs to his floor, he hears a familiar arrogant voice coming from above him, and mentally curses. The last thing he wants to do is run into Tall Blond Arsehole right now, but there’s no escape route.

Tall Blond Arsehole had moved into a flat on the floor above Aaron’s a few weeks ago – the penthouse. The first time Aaron had seen him, the bloke had been on his phone and been coming into the building just as Aaron was leaving. He’d been walking at top speed and had bumped Aaron had on the shoulder as they had passed each other.

“Watch where you’re goin’,” Aaron had grumbled, just loud enough for the man to hear him.

The man barely paused, throwing a quick glare over his shoulder and snapping “You watch it, mate.” before returning to his phone conversation and disappearing up the stairs.

They hadn’t spoken since that morning, and that suited Aaron just fine. Tall Blond Arsehole doesn’t seem to talk to anyone in the building, always on that bloody phone yelling at some poor sod named Jimmy, nattering on about contracts, deals and meetings. Nothing more than a boring businessman with an over-inflated sense of his own importance.

(He’s also incredibly fit, but that’s by the by.)

Now, Tall Blond Arsehole comes breezing down the flight of stairs, dressed in one of his usual sharp suits and barely sparing Aaron a glance as he passes by him. Aaron rolls his eyes, before continuing up the stairs and practically falling through the door to his flat.

He shuffles down the hallway to his bedroom, not even stopping to take his hoodie and jeans off before collapsing on top of the covers.

“Mrrrp.”

Aaron’s eyes fly open instantly and he rips the duvet back to reveal a curled up orange ball.

“Are you kidding me?” He shoots the cat an incredulous look. “My bed now?”

The demonic creature just uncurls and glares at him, as if Aaron’s the one who invaded its space, rather than the other way around.

“How did you even – you know what, fuck it. M’too knackered to give a shit. Do whatever you want.”

He slides under the duvet and lets his eyes fall shut. A few moments later, he feels slight movement next to him, and then soft warmth pressing against him. He falls asleep with the cat purring against his chest.

*

He awakes to knocking at the door. Blearily opening his eyes, Aaron realises that it’s much later now, the room pitch black. Too late to move.

Determined to ignore the noise – whatever the hell this person wants will have to wait – he rolls over until his face hits something soft and fluffy.

“Jesus Christ!” He jerks up and fumbles to switch the lamp on, the low light revealing the ginger nightmare still lying in his bed. “Oh God, you’re still here.”

The cat paws at the strings of Aaron’s hoodie, seemingly unconcerned by the fact it had nearly given him a heart attack. The knocking at the door starts up again. It’s louder this time and a quick glance at his phone tells him it’s nearly two o’clock in the bloody morning. For fuck’s sake.

Aaron staggers out into the living room and flings the door opening roughly, ready to tell whoever it is exactly where to go, only to find Tall Blond Arsehole standing in front of him.

He looks different to usual, smart clothes swapped for a soft-looking blue t-shirt and grey pair of jogging bottoms. His hair has lost its neat style, sticking up in all directions as if he’d been running his fingers through it, and instead of looking cocky, his entire being seems to be full of panic and distress.

“Uh… ” The furious words Aaron had been about to bark die on his throat, and he vaguely wonders if he’s still asleep and this is just part of some weird dream.

“Oh… it’s you,” the man says, a hint of awkwardness creeping in his expression.

“Er, yeah. What’s up?”

“Um, I’m sorry, I know it’s really late… ”

“It’s okay,” Aaron finds himself saying without meaning to. Christ, he must be going soft.

“I’m just… I’m looking for my cat. He’s a ginger tabby, has a blue collar and I can’t find him anywhere. Have you seen him by any chance?”

That little fucker.

Aaron grabs the man’s arm and pulls him into the living room.

“Wait here a sec.”

Aaron jogs back to his bedroom and picks up the cat, who rubs its head under his chin (probably thinks it’s getting a cuddle), and returns to the living room.

“Pippin!” Tall Blond Ars – okay, maybe just Tall Blond for now – gasps, taking the cat from Aaron’s arms and cuddling him to his chest. “You absolute demon.”

The cat – Pippin – yowls loudly, its head turning to Aaron with a look he can only identify as betrayal. The damn thing barely reacts when Tall Blond fusses over him happily, stroking his fur with a thumb and pressing relieved kisses to his head.

Tall Blond finally looks up at him with shining eyes, and Aaron swears he feels his heart skip a beat. Shit.

“I’m – God, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know where – I thought he might’ve – ” he rambles quickly, cradling the cat like a baby, and Aaron wonders how long his neighbour has been frantically searching for his pet demon. “I know he likes to go walkabout, but he hasn’t come home in days and… Sorry if he’s been a bother.”

Aaron frowns. “What? Days? No, he was just… oh.” His eyebrows raise in surprise. “He normally just comes and goes, lets himself out. I haven't been home much these last few days, I didn’t realise he’d been staying.”

His gaze drifts down to Pippin, who now looks impossibly smug. “You tricked me, you little stowaway!”

Pippin sneezes unapologetically.

They stand there awkwardly for a moment, before Aaron asks, “Pippin? Cute name. Doesn’t fit him at all.”

Tall Blond's face twitches into a smile. It makes his eyes crinkle in a way that has Aaron’s stomach doing somersaults, and Jesus Christ, how had he not noticed those freckles before?

“Yeah, it’s er… it’s from Lord of the Rings.”

“Oh. Never seen it.”

“You’ve never – ” Tall Blond’s eyes widen, scandalised. “You’re missing out.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Well, thanks for having him over… even if you didn’t know it? And sorry again.”

“S’no bother. At least now I know who to call when he knocks my plants off the windowsill.”

The smile drops off the man’s face and he looks down at Pippin.

“Pip, mate!” He scolds Pippin like he’s a naughty child, and the cat meows back at him angrily. “What the hell, we talked about this!”

It’s ridiculous. This attractive man and his argumentative cat are both ridiculous, and Aaron can’t help laughing slightly hysterically.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. Again. How much do I owe you?”

“Mate, don’t worry about it.” Aaron waves away the man’s protest. “Honestly, I don’t care, they were just some cheap B&Q ones my mum forced me to get. Said my place needed brightening up or summat. Glad to have an excuse to be rid of them, if I’m honest, I’m hopeless at keeping plants alive.”

“Okay, if you’re sure… ” He still doesn’t look happy, though. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

The words fly out of his mouth before Aaron can stop them. “Buy me a pint if you like?”

The man blinks at him, before his mouth curls into a small (flirtatious?) smile. “A pint it is.”

“Okay. Great. Uhm, I’m Aaron, by the way,” Aaron smiles back as he opens the door so they can step into the corridor.

“Oh. Robert.” He gestures to the squirming cat. “And you know Pippin.”

“Good to finally have a name for him, I’ve just been calling him ginger nightmare most of the time.” He decides not to share what he’d been calling Robert up until now.

Robert's surprised laugh echoes loudly in the hallway and he presses a fist to his mouth to muffle it. Aaron looks at him, helplessly fond, and can’t help but wonder how the man he’s been silently hating for weeks on end and this man giggling in his pyjamas can possibly be the same person.

“I dunno, that’s pretty accurate,” Robert says eventually, still chuckling. “Well, I… should let you sleep. And thanks again, I know this was a bit… ”

“Random?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s okay.”

“So can I… pick you up tomorrow night for that drink? Around seven?”

“I’ll be here.”

“Great. Night, then.”

Aaron nods, watching Robert walk towards the staircase. They smile at each other one last time, and Robert disappears upstairs, Pippin’s meows still faintly audible.

Before he goes back to bed, Aaron spends twenty minutes scrolling through his phone for the best cat toy he can find. He owes Pippin a thank you present.

[hanalulugguk]

Debt and weightlifting

the Gloves up|| JJK series (Full Masterlist)

uploading a day earlier than scheduled, happy valentines day loves <3

you’re loved and cherished, doesn’t have to be by blood related people to you. always surround yourself with those who will love you and treat you how you deserve, and you always deserve the best.

warnings: none, it’s just jk and jimin being their usual jk and jimin selves. sleepy jk warning tho, he’s adorably annoying.

Word count: 2.9k

please stay safe, protect yourselves.

“you can keep eluding yourself with that hyung, but we all saw otherwise.” Jung kook sports a smirk, holding eye contact with jimin whilst chucking back his shot of fruity alcohol.

“well then you’re all blind, my wheels passed that finish line before your car did. Everyone is just denying because they like to kiss your ass,” jimin, with furrowed brows and creased forehead, exaggeratedly waved his arm around as he pointed an accusing finger at all the pub visitors whom were seemingly double the number of usual visitors. Coincidence?

“whatever you wish to believe hyung.” Jung kook leaned forwards resting his forearms on the table of the bar, watching as the female bartender stared him down with hungry eyes. “just shut up and drink your free drinks.” Jimin retorted with a huff looking around at the people who kept returning to the bar for refills. Obviously keen on getting wasted off of his wallet’s dispense.

“whatever you want to believe hyung.” Jimin mocked, muttering under his breath whilst rolling his eyes at his friend’s flaunty attitude.

“are you going to race in next week’s race?” jimin asked Jung kook, bringing his attention back from the bartender he was ogling at. The younger looked over at him for a second before shrugging, “not sure, I’ll decide then.” He displayed a smile as the bartender refilled his glass, making it his 4th that night.

“back at it with your ‘don’t need to practice before’ cocky bullshit?” jimin amusedly smiled as the younger once again downed the drink. “yup.” He looked down at jimin giving him a boyish toothy grin making the older shove him off his stool with a scoff. “show off.”

Jung kook giggled inarticulately, the alcohol starting to kick in. “lets head home before you start napping under tables, I’m not carrying you again.” Jimin drank the last bit of his tequila sunrise, a ‘girly drink’ as Jung kook likes to call it, completely forgetting that he himself opts for a pearly light blush pink sex on the beach, with extra peaches, every time he drinks.

“hey, that was years ago, I haven’t done that since.” Jung kook whined as jimin got off his own seat, extending a hand to Jung kook who sat on the floor with his legs extended underneath his stool like a toddler.

“hyung you can’t leave till everyone else does, you’re paying remember? I’ll head out alone” Jung kook gave a smudge smile as he attempted to lean his back on the chair behind him, but since no one was on it, the chair dragged backwards making Jung kook lay flat on his back looking up at jimin, who stood above him, with wide innocent eyes.

“yeah you think I’m leaving a drunk kindergartener go home on his own? You might look like a muscle pig but I’m not paying when I get a call asking for a couple ‘a hundred thousand dollars for you. I’ve been robbed enough today, let’s go.” Jimin grabbed a hold of both his hands to pull him up as Jung kook whined.

when he managed to get him to stand on his feet he turned to the bartender who looked sad that her eye candy was now leaving. “put it on my tab, will you?” jimin asked with a kind smile as she nodded giving him one back.

 “alright let’s go,” jimin grunted as he placed Jung kook’s arm around his shoulder to support his weight as they made their way to the door. “hyung I can walk on my own,” Jung kook mumbled with a pout as he leaned his head on his older friend’s shoulder, completely contradicting his plea. “sure you can kid.” Jimin smiled at the younger’s behavior as he made his way to his car, the door bumping into their backs lightly as jimin struggled to hold it open as he dragged the lightheaded, somehow drunk off of 4 drinks as if he pre gamed before they went, with him.

Jung kook might be the younger in this equation but he sure is the taller and much buffer one too, making it difficult to deal with his limp self when he gets drunk at the beginning of every party or event ever.

As jimin leaned to open the passenger side of the car Jung kook started slipping out of hold making jimin rush to grab a hold of him, “hey hey hey, don’t break any bones or you’ll be paying the hospital fees, I’m not spending another penny tonight.” He says sternly to the younger.

“how broke are you?” Jung kook asks looking down at his friend, “very.” He simply replies referring to rid the younger into the backseat so he doesn’t end up falling in his lap whilst he drives.

As he manages to get the door open and Jung kook in the car, Jung kook curls on the couch looking up at his older friend with a smile, “goodnight hyung.” He nuzzles into the seat as jimin stomps his foot. “no no no, no goodnights. you’re not sleeping, I will not carry you Jung kook.” He waits a second for a response but when he doesn’t get one he ups his threat, “you’re spending the night in the car if you sleep, I swear o-“ before he can finish loud snores filled the car.

Jimin slammed the car door and grumpily stomped around to the driver’s seat, mumbling about how he shouldn’t be holding mummy duty with a grown 23-year-old man.

He got in slamming the car door again hoping the sound would wake him up. He peeked into the rearview mirror as he started the car, hoping the younger would at least stir a little, but he didn’t even flinch.

Jimin let out a huff as he backed out of his spot next to Jung kook’s car that one of them will have to come pick up tomorrow.

As jimin stopped at a red light. He looked back at Jung kook, who the car filled with ridiculously loud snoring as he slept peacefully in the back, a fond smiled overtook his lips as he looked back a head. His fingers tapping to a tune on the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn green.  

As soon as it did jimin speed off to their apartment in anticipation to carry his friend up 5 slights of stair, hating Jung kook even more for being the one to have picked an apartment so high up for ‘regular exercise’.

As he pulled up into his usual spot near the building entrance, he turned the engine off looking back at Jung kook with a huff. Jimin got out and rounded the car to the door where Jung kook’s feet were situated, he opened the door placing a foot on the car’s floored interior as he leaned in, completely covering Jung kook’s figure with his own, he slid his arms underneath his friend’s body and tried to lift him up using the foot inside the car for some momentum but it was no use, he let out a frustrated huff as he gently lowered Jung kook the tiny bit he was able to lift him. He is much heavier than he looks, and he looks pretty heavy.

Jimin backed away from his passed out friend with a frown. He stood in front of the car with his hands on his hips, racking through his brain how he was going to be able to carry his friend out the car, let alone 5 flights of stairs.

In the process of his big brother nature leaving his body as he thought of actually letting the younger spend the night in the backseat of the car, he heard someone clear their throat behind him to speak.

“need some help?” a petite girl, with short blonde hair stood in front of him, and although the building’s parking lot was barely lit he could still see her deep blue eyes staring at him, she was adorned in a bright pink robe and fuzzy rabbit slippers, making it obvious she either lived in their building or the one adjacent to it. She raised her brows as she waved at jimin to catch him out of his daze, waiting for an answer.

“uh, no no I’m fine, he’s too heavy anyway.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously looking back at the sleeping boy who was still peacefully snoring in the car.

“for one person.” She states obviously.

“it’ll be easier if I help.” She reasons as she takes a step closer to the car taking a look at Jung kook smiling as he huffed in his slumber.

“I don’t want to trouble,” jimin tries to politely decline as he sees her already pulling her sleeves back above her elbows.

“oh no trouble, I carry drunk friends all the time, plus maybe I finally stopped procrastinating taking the trash out because god knew I’d be your saving grace.” She insisted lightheartedly as jimin laughed nervously.

“okay, thank you.” He nodded gratefully, “don’t thank me yet, I said I carried drunk friends all the time, I never said I was good at it.” She retorts back with a smile making jimin laugh louder this time.

“I’ll lift him up for you and you can pull him up.” She says going to open the other door, she places both hands under Jung kook’s shoulder to lift him up slightly, as she does jimin gets back to his half in half out of the car position, he wraps his arms back around Jung kook’s torso now more capable to lift him up with the slight decrease of weight.

Both of them grunted as Jung kook suddenly decided to stir for the first time since he fell asleep, “how heavy of a sleeper is he?” the girl asks jimin as she places her knee on the backseat couch for better strength, “he always falls asleep in one of the rooms at house parties.” Jimin replies simply, trying to pull him up towards him.

“geez,” she laughs pushing him up again as jimin compensates by pulling him up, successfully getting him in a sitting position. “hurrah,” the girl cheered excitedly making jimin laugh as she hurried out of her side of the car, closing the door and helping jimin pull Jung kook the rest of the way out of the car.

As she closed the car door Jung kook, in his slumber state, wrapped his arms around jimin’s neck nuzzling his nose in his older friend’s neck. “yaaah,” jimin grumbled in annoyance at the younger. The girl giggled making jimin look down at her smiling as she smiled back.

“um, I don’t know your name by the way, I mean you saved hours of time that I was going to spend dragging this kid out of the car so..” he trailed of awkwardly as she grins back at him, “I’m Elizabeth, but no one calls me that so just, Beth.” She nods to punctuate the end of her sentence.

Jimin takes a hand off of Jung kook’s waist that was holding him in place and, with difficulty, holds it out for Beth to shake, “I’m jimin,” she places her hand in his with a small smile “well jimin, what floor are you on?” she asks supporting Jung kook who was beginning to slip out of jimin’s hold.

“the 5th,” jimin says, the dread evident in his tone, “Jesus, do you do this often?” she asks, her tone sympathetic. “well he’s a lightweight so yeah, kind of, what floor are you on?” he asks her not wanting to trouble her further or have her go all the way with him.

“the 6th,”

“that’s literally further than mine,” he retorts back at her with playful banter as Beth laughs shaking her head, “yeah but I don’t have to carry a heavy over 5.5-foot friend up the stairs every other week.” She chuckles heading to the building’s front door to hold it open whilst jimin carries Jung kook inside.

“fair enough,” he says struggling to walk up the first flight of stairs with his friend on him, “turn him around and hold under his arm.” Beth instructs him waiting next to him but he just raises his brows at her in question.

“I’ll grab his legs so it’s easier to go up.” Jimin nods turning Jung kook, “are you sure he’s asleep and not just enjoying being carried.” Elizabeth asks taking a hold of Jung kook’s feet as jimin laugh before starting to go up the stairs backwards. “you know what, that could be it.” He jokes back making her laugh.

After 5 minutes of the pair telling each other to be careful as they rounded every flight of stairs, they’re finally stood in front of jimin and Jung kook’s apartment door with jimin fishing in his pockets for the keys.

With a low ‘aha’ jimin takes them out and unlocks the door, they both carry Jung kook to the couch and practically dump him onto it. They take a second to catch their breaths as Beth clears her throat and pushes her hair out of her face, “well, I need to head back, I have an assignment to finish.” She smiles politely at jimin getting ready to bid him goodbye.

“wait,” he says straightening up and taking his apartment keys “I’ll walk you,” and right before she starts declining he speaks up again, “you helped me carry Jung kook up 5 flights of stairs it’s literally the least I could do.” She smiles nodding leading the way out, jimin closes his apartment door on his way walking up one last flight of stairs with her in silence.

It’s quiet between them until Elizabeth turns to bid him goodbye, her apartment keys in hand, “alright, thank you for walking me to my apartment jimin,” she smiles back holding his hand out for her to shake making her smile at the formal gesture, but never the less shakes his hand.

“thank you for helping me carry my drunk passed out friend inside.” They both laugh as they let go of each other’s hand.

“my pleasure, see you around.” Beth stepped into her apartment turning around to jimin, they both waved and smiled at each other one last time before she closed her door.

Jimin made his way back to his apartment, locking the door as he walks in taking his shoes off next to the door, making his way to Jung kook’s room.

He takes the covers and the pillow, making his way back to the living room where his friend lay, somehow, still peacefully asleep on the couch. He draped the covers over him making sure he is well secured underneath and put the pillow below his head.

He stood for an extra second, watching as Jung kook nuzzled into the pillow, he smiled and ruffled Jung kook’s hair as he walked to his room to sleep the dread of tomorrow’s debt off.

----

It’s slightly past 10 AM when jimin walks past the empty living room and into the kitchen with freshly brushed teeth to see his younger friend sitting at the kitchen island with his hands gripping his head and a mug of something warm in front of him. Mewling sounds of pain in tone with his head shaking, likely an attempt to bear the pain.

“morning lightweight,” jimin giddily greets Jung kook, ruffling his hair as he walks past him to the coffee machine, “morning broke, unemployed, loser.” Jung kook retorts back in a muffled low voice.

“yah!” jimin turns around after turning the machine on, shooting Jung kook’s back a glare. “quite bold coming from someone who was carried in by a girl half his size,” jimin retorts back knowing it’ll rile Jung kook up out of embarrassment.

“what?!” Jung kook screams out of exasperation, turning around to face jimin, headache now seemingly bearable, or just overpowered by the embarrassment.

Jimin takes a look at Jung kook, cheeks now flushed pink, his eyes wide and questioning whether what jimin just told him was true. The older bends over in laughter at the look of pure horror displayed by the younger, “ahh gukk,” jimin straightens whilst fake wiping the none existent tear that fell in his fit of laughter, “she was very sweet, pretty too.” He adds knowing that’ll further the younger’s embarrassment.

“no,” Jung kook’s wines, running a hand through his hair as he groans like a child, “please tell me you’re lying.” Jung kook begs putting his hands together to signify. Jimin shakes his head enjoying the younger’s embarrassment. “she’s our neighbor too,” jimin points out making Jung kook halt his whining, hoping for a “sike”, but it never came.

“6th floor, apartment right above us.” Jimin grabs his ready and steaming coffee and starts to head out but pauses when Jung kook gets up to run out of the kitchen, holding his head with the seemingly amplified headache, likely to sulk in bed out of humiliation that a stranger carried him whilst drunk.

Jimin let out a giggle as he heard the younger’s bedroom door slam, continuing his venture to his room.

[ambitcxious-a]

* ABBEY LEE KERSHAW, FEMALE + SHE/HER  | you know ADELAIDE MONTSERRAT, right? they’re 27, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, TWO YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to EVE BY KAT CUNNING like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole FAWN-EYED, BOWED LEGS,  EXPENSIVE CHAMPAGNE thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is OCTOBER & 30TH, so they’re a SCORPIO, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( lenny, 24, est+2, she/her )

tw: depression, eating / psychological disorders, animal abuse, drugs

ABOUT.

name: adelaide montserrat

nickname: addie

age: 27

pronouns: she/her

occupation: socialite, philanthropist, prodigy ballerina

gender: cis female

sexuality: bisexual

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The Montserrat established themselves in Barcelona, Spain, over millennia ago,  known as fierce leaders and ruthless business men, quick to make a name for themselves the trading and exporting business,  while the women in the bloodline were promptly pushed aside from books and history, hiding somewhere between a stove and their husband’s fists.  

Adelaide Montserrat was different, that’s what everybody thought - she was graceful, even as a child, she didn’t cry, even as a toddler, and she never ached for her mother’s arms, even as an infant. An early bloomer of exceptional talent, she could dance as soon as she could walk. And yet Adelaide was never one to develop long-lasting or intimate relationships with her peers --- people never seemed to be comfortable sitting with her for long.  Maybe it was because there was never a girl there to begin with, and intimacy betrayed the act:  there was no child,  only a pale, wide-eyed zombie, always hungry,  always empty. 

If you dared to pry beyond the red curtains, you’d not find the delicate creature strangers saw twirling on the stage, but the bottomless edge of an abyss, waiting to swallow you whole as it looked back with smiling teeth. Little Addie, once a girl with pink tutus and ballerina shoes, was never one to be meddled with - while she could easily captivate the hearts of her peers and teachers with red cheeks and a clever tongue, there was nothing warm or kind about the little girl whose parents held so close she nearly choked to death.

Adelaide was the product of a one night stand and poor lack of judgement, or so her mother liked to recount. Her father — whomever he was, was a married man with a lot to lose, and her mother might not have known much — but she knew alimony payments would beat whatever he was willing to offer her in order to get rid of Adelaide. So, she kept the baby, and even then --- she was unbearable.  Adelaide kicked, day and night, as soon as her legs could muster, like she couldn’t stand to be trapped in the womb a moment longer.

They were living largely, manors and pools and cocktails, while Addie grew up receiving the best education money could buy, alternating between hunting and horseback riding on weekends, and training classical instruments such as the cello and piano in her spare time. Being praised for her dedication and skill, for some time, she indulged the idea of becoming a professional pianist, if only to please her parents, but the idea was soon took a backseat in her mind when she discovered just how good she was at ballet.

Adelaide had always been more of a shiny trophy to flaunt at parties rather than daughter or grandchild to dot upon, so by the time she was 13 her family was quite happy to ship her to Paris, if it meant she would enroll in the prestigious Paris Opera Ballet School and make a name for herself. She’d still come home to visit on holidays, that was until her mother moved to New York in order to appease bachelor number three: CEO of Belmont Entertainment Industries (BEI), one of the largest record labels in the U.S, with a side of illegal activities they didn’t really care to discuss at dinner.

It didn’t take long for Addie to make an impression, she was dedicated — hungrier than the other girls, always willing to push a little further, go a little deeper, die a little more. All of the shouting, the groping, the self-hatred, she never broke. Had it been not for her ego and pride, she would’ve been flawless. You’d assume being the young and on the spotlight meant competing for attention - but she never competed. She never even considered it a competition. She won, plain and simple. You see, Adelaide didn’t lose, because she tailored the game to her whims and batted her heavy set of lashes to make it seem fair. And if she did lose - the game be damned; she’d destroy it and any evidence of her failure. She didn’t want to be daughter, or something for men to gawk at, or a pretty glittered thing for little girls to worship. She wanted to be something else. Anything other than this empty shell, dripping with self-loathing , cloaked in a veil of perfectionism. Something that wasn’t rammed into this golden mold before she even took her very first breath.

Fueled by her own insecurities and desire to obtain perfection, paired with the crowd of rich kids that were offered to her as friends growing up, it didn’t take for things to escalate; by the age of only fourteen, drugs, alcohol and kicking each other in the stomach while crouching over the toilet was considered as an act of solidarity. All that deep-rooted self-hatred had to spill someway, somehow, and what are friends for if not offer you relief from the agony of routine?  

It was easier to strap on those old ballerina shoes and put on a show until her toes were bleeding, than to try and show them what was behind the curtains. People don’t want to know what’s behind the curtain — they think they do, until they see it. To live in blissful ignorance is a gift, one she was denied. And all jewelry in the world, all praise, all money and countless designer bags she accumulated over the years could never fill up that gaping hole, that detachment she felt towards the outside world and inability to connect with things and people - even those supposedly closest to her.

With age, Addie learned how to put on a show, be it at home or on a stage; that’s the magic of a ballerina, to empty yourself of that hatred, all that pain, all that ugliness and fill yourself with stories other than your own -  while whatever had been good and soft rots inside you .

And while she made a name for herself, starring role in all the big plays, working with the best and only the best, the tabloids would instiguate: who is Adelaide Montserrat? The reincarnation of the Virgin Mary to some, the dutiful daughter to others, is she a saving angel or a spoiled heir?  She used to laugh, like it was a game - like the answer wasn’t there at all . Maybe what she truly was, was a game of smoking mirrors - a fragmented image, bouncing from broken piece to broken piece, scattered into so many tiny, pretty pieces, that when she looks into a it, the reflection that stares back is unrecognizable.

Adelaide was never their perfect little doll, tied to strings, sitting still waiting to be manuevered . For some time she had watched, prowling quietly in the shadows, observing, learning. She found distraction and excitement in the shadows, drugs, married men, booze, pills - and when those didn’t cut it, she dug a little deeper.

So the child prodigy suddenly moves back to the home, with a ring on her finger and a skeleton on her closet,  all to   shield   from the rising scandal and nonsensical, if you were to ask, accusations of pushing a fellow ballerina down a flight of stairs. Alas, the show must go on, and Adelaide had no plans to stay out of the spotlight for long, or take the fault for somebody else’s imbalance. With some reluctance, she agreed to lay low, but just for how long she’d able to tolerate it, that was anyone’s guess.

Parents often say kids will “grow out of it”; their fits of rage, their apathy towards other children, their unwillingness to share, their manipulative, spoiled ways of obtaining the things they want- but Addie never did. Somewhere inside there’s still that little girl who’d rather break her toys in half than to share it with other kids. Who’d bump into other little girls at school to watch them fall, and tell the nurse they tripped. The little girl who’ll sit in an empty throne, all alone, built with the bones of the people she once claimed to love.

here’s some wc ideas i thought might be cool, but ofc feel free to come brainstorm!!

husband  - it was a marriage of opportunity rather than love, at least for adelaide - a way to deflect attention, however how he feels is completely up to you. she’s manipulative and charming, but can also be extremely cruel if even mildly contradicted

bookclub ( 0/5 ) - just women she hangs out with while trying to fit in and “have ties with the community”. she usually sucks at bonding and sharing, so this could make for some interesting dynamics

lover - adelaide switches it up every couple months, but maybe she has a soft spot for them? maybe they’re also in a relationship? maybe it’s all fucked up and adelaide likes to be nasty, what the fuck else is new

ex - lover - fed up with adelaide? me too. join the club. 

childhood friend - i feel like she might’ve permanently scarred this person for life by ( animal abuse tw ) killing a bird in front of them or something. adelaide was truly a fucking... terror as a child, and i doubt she was a good friend, bc she still isn’t

prodigy that she’s taken under her wings - maybe a young person who loves ballet that she decided to mentor out of the kindness of her heart? *coughs boredom coughs*

drug dealer - probably has a crush on them bc they indulge her bad habits ngl

idk man giv e me   s t u f f  !!!

also romantic connections are open to men and women pls. the only straight she is is a straight up bitch. 

[manggojooz]

Take My Hands Now (Part 11)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

word count: 2,342 

genre: drama, angst, romance, fluff(!!!)

summary: You were born with a condition that allowed you to feel the pain someone else was going through when you touched them. Jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he could not be any less bothered with other people’s feelings and was a well known playboy of the school. One night, at a party, while he attempted to turn you into his toy for the night, he grabbed your hand and pain crashed through you, making you wonder whether behind the facade of this pleasure seeker, he could also be hiding something.

warnings: none

Song rec: Only One - by UNB

Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6| Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

He reminded himself over and over again that he is not allowed to get used to this, he cannot possibly have anyone, he should not start getting attached. To accept you now is to have someone to lose again.

But here you were... holding him again and again, even after he pushes you away, again and again. Why did you believe that he was not the part he played? The character that he portrayed just so that he can lie to himself that even if everyone leaves him, they were right anyway?

“Even if it hurts, I’m not leaving”, was all you said.  

He recalls all the instances you offered up yourself to share his pain... Even in this moment, you held him steadfast in your arms as though you were not afraid of that awful feeling resonating from within him. He should at least let you in, no, he wants to let you in.  

He starts to cower a little inside your arms, and he raises his hands to return your embrace. You felt his hands on your back, jolts of pain spread across where he held onto you. Then he snuggles his face into the curve of your neck, you felt a tiny droplet of something. Now your heart hurt way more than your body ever could.  

“It’s ok”, you whispered, to assure him that you were ok, and that he was going to be ok too.  

He only pulls you in closer.  

---

The moon shone bright as you walked with Jungkook back to the university. He wanted to send you back to your dorms but you insisted that he was the one who needed to be dropped off instead, so you both ended up heading to his practice room lair. On the way, he filled you in on what had happened.  

“Do you hate them? Is that why you ran away?”, you asked.  

He didn’t answer. Did he hate them?  

---

“You’ve been sleeping here these few days?”, you were appalled as you walked into the messy room.  

“Yeah, I've been spending the past few nights here, although there is hardly any sleeping involved...”, he moves to sit down on the couch, resting both elbows on his thighs, his hands soothing over his eyebrows.  

You see a pillow strewn on the floor and you picked it and dropped it nearer to the head of the couch before plopping yourself onto it.  

“Are you tired? You can sit here”, he flicked his head, gesturing the empty space next to him on the sofa.  

Shaking your head, you replied as you sat cross-legged on the floor, “I’m not leaving tonight till I see you fall asleep.”  

“But I can’t...”, he quipped.  

“Then I’m not leaving this pillow”, you shrugged, “... let’s see... oh right I have a morning class tomorrow and then I gotta go to work after that. Guess I'll just be really tired out since you wouldn’t sleep.”  

He doesn’t say anything, only just stares at you, knowing how relentlessly stubborn you can be. Almost begrudgingly, he lies down on the couch, resting his head on the side facing you.  

His eyes lock with yours, just long enough for him to read all your features like a bedtime story. Then he closes his eyes in contentment, trying to lull himself to sleep so that you can get some rest too.  

You mentally commended yourself for having formulated the tactic of dealing with this boy. He doesn’t care about himself, but he cares about you. You smiled to yourself.

---

Jungkook’s eyes flutter open, it was too bright at first and he resorted to squinting. When his vision finally came into focus, he thought he must still be in his dreams. Your face rested so close to him, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, having fallen asleep from watching over him last night.  

A minute must have passed but he felt like time stopped as he continued to observe you. The room seemed to be filled with all of the world’s softest things – the morning sunlight, your sleeping face and the trembling feeling in his chest.  

But the sharp ticking of the clock in the room reminded him. “Y/N”, he calls out quietly.  

You slowly wake up. “Heol, it’s morning already...?”, you slurred.  

“Aren’t you going to be late for class?”, he whispers.  

You glance at the time on the clock. “Shit!”, you scrambled up, grabbing your bag and running off to class. He tosses himself over to face the ceiling. He inhales, and his heart swells. He exhales, and his lips curl up a little. This is new. 

---

“Bye Mr Hwang, see you tomorrow”, you waved to your store manager as you left work.  

You fumbled inside your bag for your phone while walking out of the bookstore and narrowly miss bumping into the human that jumped into your path.  

“Were you late for class this morning?”, you looked up and to meet Jungkook’s eyes.  

Was he waiting for you to get off work? No no, you reminded yourself not to be presumptuous like you were last time. He might be here for other reasons, his family owns this mall after all.  

“What are you doing here?”  

He shrinks back one inch in shock. “To pick you up of course, why else? Isn’t that a given, now that we are, you know, dating?”  

“We are what?”, you gasped, without missing a beat, shocked by the suddenness of the assertion.  

“You were the one who hugged me last night, are you just gonna pretend like it didn’t happen?”, he was in disbelief over your feign oblivious attitude.  

“Wow for someone like you, I'd expect a hug to just be like shaking hands with a stranger”, you replied.  

“Well between the two of us, the benchmark should probably be you. Unless you just go around hugging everybody?”, he gasps this time, raising his hands to cover his mouth dramatically.  

You chuckle at his acting and he smiles too.  

“Aren’t you hungry... I got so hungry waiting for you”, he grouses.

---

Over dinner, Jungkook realised how fascinated he was with the notion that he is just sitting across from you. He held his food in mid-air, eyes fixed on you. That same trembling feeling in his chest appears again. He feels like he’s about to get a heart attack from just doing the most mundane things with you, things like walking, waking up or eating.  

“Why are you staring at me like this?”, it was making you uncomfortable.  

Your question snaps him out of his trance. “I wasn’t staring...”, he rebuked while choking a little.  

You gave him a ‘yeah-sure’ face until he resigned, “fine... maybe I was staring... a bit.” His confession making you smirk subtly. “But you were the one who hugged me first...”, and he just had to throw it in teasingly.  

It was your turn to choke on the food and you could only side-eye the petty boy sitting across you.  

“Did it hurt a lot?”, his tone suddenly flipped entirely, taking a downturn.  

‘You always hurt a lot...’, you thought but did not say out loud. Avoiding the question, you asked him whether he was going to sleep in the practice room again that night. “You can’t keep staying in the practice room...”, you griped.  

He nods, “I’m planning to stay in the hotel for a while and I need to go back and pack some stuff...”, he mutters uncertainly. “But...”, he continued, stuttering, “... can you maybe...”.  

“I’ll go with you. Let's go together after we finish eating”, you answered him casually.  

He was starting to believe that you really had superpowers.  

---

This was the first time you entered Jungkook’s house, it was what you imagined a chaebol’s house would look like and a little more. You realised that what the dramas have taught you were indeed true, the house was grand, but it felt lifeless, it felt cold.  

He walked up a flight of stairs, stopping midway to wait for you as you were still examining the magnificent structure around you. You quietly followed him up to his room and your heart was beating crazy fast because, well just because, you were in his room.  

“I don’t have much to pack, it won’t take long, you can just sit over here and wait for me”, he pulls out the chair in front of his computer desk and rolled it over to you.  

“It’s ok, I can help you.”  

He smiled shyly, the first time you sensed bashfulness from him, “Alright, if you really want to, why not you help me put those textbooks into my backpack.”  

You complied and turned to look at his table, a stack of textbooks piled up at one corner. While you were at it, you noticed his extensive collection of comic books on the bookshelf. There were also a few pieces of drawings on his table, most of them of comic book characters.  

You were done with packing all his textbooks and you secretly threw in a few comics for him. He told you to take the backpack downstairs and wait for him in the living room, “I’ll be down in a minute”, he assured you as you left his room.  

The grandness of the living room seemed to amplify the emptiness of the house. You stood alone, not feeling comfortable enough to sit down and wait.  

“Hi... You must be Jungkook’s friend...”, a female voice made your head jolt in her direction.  

“Hi Mrs Jeon...”

She was pleasantly surprised that you knew she was his mother, and she reaches out her hand in a welcoming gesture. You were about to reciprocate by shaking her hand, when Jungkook appears and grabs a corner of your sleeve, yanking you away from her.  

Her face falls almost immediately, more concerned than anything else. “Jungkook-ah... where have you been the past few days, you didn’t come home and I was worried, are you alright? Can we talk...”, she stammers, her lips were raised in a cautious smile but her eyes were full of sorrow.  

“I told Grandfather that I will be staying in the hotel for a while”, he said emotionlessly to her. “Let’s go”, and his voice takes a gentle turn as he gestures for you to leave with him.  

She didn’t try to stop him or say another word, but the look on her face somehow reminded you of him.  

---

“Do you really hate her that much?”, you asked as the two of you sat in the taxi heading towards the hotel.  

“Why do you say that?”, he knew immediately what you were alluding to.  

“I mean I have seen you run away from her at the hotel, and just now you didn’t even let me shake her hand”, you chose your words rather carefully.  

“I’m indifferent. And it’s not that I didn’t want you to shake her hand... I just didn’t want her to hurt you, like how I do.”

You peered at him silently. Since when has he realised this? That perhaps she felt the same way he did. He was still lying though, to himself. He wasn’t indifferent, he wasn’t entirely emotionless when it came to his family. But it wasn’t your place to push him to recognise it, you knew he needed time. Just like how it must have taken a long time for him to become like this.  

---

The hotel suite was stunningly furnished. He didn’t bring over many things, so you busied yourself making some tea while he unpacked his stuff. He steals a glance at you and stealthily takes something out from one of his bags before walking over to where you were.  

“I got this for you”, his eyes were flickering in the light, like a nervous little boy gifting a present to his first crush in school. You stared at the thing he was holding out towards you – a furry porcupine toy, around the size of a rugby ball.

“What for?”, you asked.  

You could swear he was blushing, “Uhh... just to commemorate... you know... us? Take it”, he was waving the toy into your face out of his embarrassment. Never did he think he would be doing such a cheesy thing for anyone. Truth be told he actually got the present for you some time ago, he just never had the opportunity, or maybe the courage, to give it to you.  

“It’s cute, but why a porcupine? Do I look like a porcupine to you?”, you asked as you accepted the plushie.

“Somewhat, you gotta admit you were quite prickly to me at the start”, he replied with a visible pout. It astonishes you how things have changed, you actually thought he looked innocent and cute.  

“Hey, that’s not fair! You had a reputation and I just...”, you were prepared to defend yourself.  

“Yeah that I admit”, he extended a finger in a thoughtful way, “anyway... it's me. This porcupine is supposed to remind you of me...”, he tapped his fingers on the fluffy-looking porcupine in your hands, poking its soft belly a few times, “... because I always hurt you a lot... and you can’t even touch me because I’m prickly like him.”  

“So... what are you going to do about it?”, you demanded after a slight pause, raising your eyebrows.  

“About what?”, he was stunned.  

“About these,”, you pointed at the pricks made of fluff on the porcupine’s back, “Like I said, I’m not going anywhere. If you don’t want to hurt me, you have to do something about these.”

His laughter lingers only in his throat, “Must be fun for you to use all my lines against me now.” You also let out a muffled giggle as you start to realise how much you like it when he smiles.  

“I'll think about it... about what I should do about these...”, he murmurs as he looked at you fondly but not without dejection, “... so that I can finally hold your hand.”

[local-void-creature-izzy]

Cloud Recess Wrath

Chapter 13: Jin Ling + Lan Sizhui

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-earlier the same day last chapter-

If you were to ask Shizui how his day was going, he would respond saying ‘not bad but not great either’. Since he woke up that morning, something felt off...like something was going to happen. But he brushed it off thinking it was nothing.

Then little things started happening throughout the day. When he arrived at school, alpha’s the normally would have avoided or ignored him were being nice and doing small gestures to be nice and helpful. Whether it was holding the door, getting something from a high shelf, or just something small. He didn’t mind and politely thanked them even if it was a bit strange.

Then at lunch, he couldn’t stomach the food. The cafeteria had a variety of options for their students but each one made him sick and practically hug the toilet in the nearest bathroom. In the end he stuck with water and some saltine crackers and toast to settle his stomach.

And then during his classes, the female students kept staring at him. To the point it made him uncomfortable. Some were trying not to be obvious and some were unfortunately. The male students were no better...

And he was clumsy today, while he wasn’t as graceful as his father he wasn’t nearly as clumsy has his Uncle Huaisang. But today he tripped, bumped, knocked his head, and hit every in animate object in the school.

The whole day Shizui could barely focus on his studies as he was trying to figure out what was up with him, it didn’t help it was one of his dad’s days off from teaching and no phones were allowed during class hours. He was so deep in thought he barely registered his surroundings until he felt a arm around his waist. “Wha-“

“God Shizui watch where your walking! You nearly took a fall down the stairs!” Yelled a worried Jin Ling after barely catching the shorter male. Shizui looking in the direction he had been walking in and saw he did nearly fall down 2 flights of stairs.

“Ah I’m sorry Jin Ling, I was so focused on my thoughts I barely registered where I was walking.” Shizui explained, all flustered. “But thank you for catching me.” He said, turning slightly red when he realized the taller alpha was still holding onto him.

And it seems Jin Ling also realized he was still holding onto him, in a flustered panic he pulled away. “D-Don’t mention it. Are you okay though? You have been really out of it today and I overheard from a student you were throwing up during lunch. Do I need to call Uncle?” Jin Ling, concern laced in his voice.

“No its fine Jin Ling. I’m fine it was just probably something...” Shizui trailed off, feeling very hot. Like boiling hot. “I...Is it hot in here Jin Ling? It feels like an oven in here...” Shizui panted. Jin Ling was confused because the AC was on full blast, so how could Shizui be hot-

And then Shizui’s scent hit him like a ton of bricks. Shizui was presenting, presenting as an omega no less. Jin Ling’s mind went into over drive. “Shit shit shit, Shizui? Hey, A-Yuan look at me. Look at me please.” Jin Ling said trying to stay calm.

Jin Ling took his jacket off and put it on Shizui who immediately tried to take it off because it was too hot. “No you need it, it’ll keep away the dick for brain alphas. We need to get you to Uncle Wuxian, he’ll know what to do.” Jin Ling said.

“Jin Ling...?” Shizui’s voice came out small. “I can’t feel my legs...” He said, feeling like his legs were complete jello. And almost on instinct, Jin Ling picked up Shizui bridal style with strength he didn’t know he had.

“Everything is going to fine, I promise. Just rest your head.” Jin Ling calmly said, which was enough for Shizui to rest his head in Jin Ling’s neck against his scent gland and fall asleep. The scent of oakwood and cinnamon putting him at ease.

As for Jin Ling, he was anything but at ease. His friend was presenting and he had no idea what to do. All rationality was out the window as he ran 5 blocks to his Uncle’s place of work. His legs were screaming for a break but it could wait, he’ll stop when he’s there and knows when Shizui is safe at home.

He ran into the front door, lungs screaming for oxygen. He went to the secretary. “Is my Uncle here?” He asked, the secretary nodding yes. “Please help me take Shizui to him. He’s presenting.”

The secretary didn’t need to hear anymore before taking Shizui to a room with a bed and then rushing to go get Wei Ying and Lan Wangji. Jin Ling collapsed into the chair that was beside Shizui’s temporary bed and his mind finally calmed down and asked the one question he was avoiding...

‘He’s presenting. He’s an Omega, he smells like roses and strawberries. But now...he’ll be able to find and know his mate just by making simple eye contact. He’ll feel that pull, that tug in his soul. And...what if it pulls him to someone else? What if fate gives him someone else...and I’m doomed to feel this tug in my soul for him until the day i die..?’ Jin Ling thought to himself, but he couldn’t linger much longer on the thought because the door slammed open. Both his Uncles a panicked worried mess.

“Shizui baby?!” Yelled a scared Wei Ying as he rushed to the bed, checking Shizui’s temperature and going into ‘Mama Bear’ mode as Jin Ling called it. As for Lan Wangji, he went to Jin Ling. “What happened A-Ling?” He asked.

“He started presenting at school. I panicked and brought him here because I thought you two would know what to do. I think he’s presenting as an Omega..” He explained. Seeing how both parents became even more worried and concerned. “You didn’t let him scent you, did you?” Wei Ying asked.

Jin Ling was confused once again. “I guess? He rested his head against my neck and scent gland when I brought him here. He couldn’t feel his legs so I carried him. Why do you ask?” He asked.

“Because A-Ling, a presenting omega scenting anyone is dangerous, especially an alpha or an alpha that’s their fated one. Its not as dangerous as a pre mature heat but its still bad. It could affect the way he regulates scent in general.”

And it was like someone threw ice water on Jin Ling’s head. While that didn’t seem like a big deal, it was. Because a omega unable to regulate scent was dangerous for them. It was dangerous because if they are unable to regulate scents then they will get overwhelmed by every new scent to the point of throwing up. Or worse...mistake someone deadly and dangerous for their mate.

And in his state of panic and instincts in control, Jin Ling let Shizui scent him. If Shizui woke up unable to regulate and register scents, he would never forgive himself.

To be continued...

[marvel-lucy]

The Walking Disaster, chapter 5

There’s really not enough Steve here, which is what everyone actually wants. Sorry. It’s entirely possible I’m a writing disaster.

All chapters are on the Walking Disaster Masterlist

I’m a bit drunk, OK. That’s why it’s happened. I mean, it could have happened to me stone cold sober, but this time at least I have an excuse.

I shove my feet into some shoes yes. Left foot, right shoe; right foot, left shoe. It’s dark too, there’s another extenuating circumstance for you right there.  So I’m sat down, I put my shoes on, I pick up my keys from the coffee table, I start walking towards the door, but my feet want to go in opposite directions, then I tread on the toe of one foot with the heel of the other, and fall straight onto the coffee table, smashing it like it was a stunt prop.  It’s loud, unexpectedly so. But even as I lie there, surrounded by bits of broken flat-pack, I distinctly hear the sound of Apartment 4’s door shutting, and footsteps walking down the hall.

Lucky escape, right.

There’s a big bit of me, the wine-fuelled, lust-laden, teen-hormone-filled bit of me, that wants to scramble to the door and pull it open, and run after him and accidentally trip and have him catch me in those strong arms, and hold me steady, gaze into my eyes and realise that there I’d been, all the time (well, a few weeks), right in front of his eyes. He’ll kiss me on my nose, and my hair will blow out majestically behind me (except for one bit that will cleverly hide my missing eyebrow) and then we’ll kiss and happily ever after will happen.  Yeah, OK, so I’ve thought about this a lot. But then there’s the other, logical, bit of me that realises in this scenario I’ll either miss him completely, or fall and knock him over, breaking his arm painfully, or he’ll catch me, and my hair will blow in my face and stick to my lips weirdly (but revealing my missing eyebrow) and he’ll look kinda weirded out, stand me back up, politely back away and move out, without leaving a forwarding address.

So instead, I lie there, feeling sorry for myself, until I fall asleep.

So now it’s Sunday morning and I feel even sorrier for myself. I wake up in a patch of overly-bright sunlight, hugging a broken table leg. I drag myself up to realise I have wood splinters stuck all over my face.  I take a long hard look at myself, pull off my mis-footed shoes, look at my apartment, and sigh.

Long, cold shower. Large, hot coffee. Plain, dry toast. Painkillers. Water. Crack open the window for some cool fresh air. Rethink life. I’m not religious but I offer up a generalised ‘anyone out there’ in the hopes of a little support, just in case. Then I sweep up my furniture, leave it in a garbage bag by the door ready to go downstairs.

Here’s the thing, me.  It ain’t going to happen. Life’s not a rom-com, and no meet-cute ever actually happens in real life. The boy next door marries someone else and the girl next door needs to do her laundry. So go do it.

Sunday morning laundry. Has there ever been a greater time to be alive? Super fun right! I collect it all up into a giant bag, and it feels like there’s every item of clothing I’ve ever owned in there. Which is why I’m wearing old pyjama trousers and the scraggiest t-shirt known to man. Dubious stains, badly placed holes, and an advert for some company I’ve never heard of. Yeah, I know, the meet-cute rules say if I’m dressed like this I’ll bump into him, right? But I’ve already told you, those rules don’t apply, so just shut UP brain.

I’m only one floor up, so there’s only two sets of stairs. Down to the lobby, then down to the basement. I’ve got my giant bag trailing behind me, a basket full of washing powder and a book and a cup of coffee juggled under the other arm. The bag slithers behind me, flumping down each step. The coffee sloshes a bit. Here’s the bit where a cute movie girl would slip on the coffee, or accidentally spill her surprisingly beautiful matching underwear all over the boy next door. Luckily my greying undies make it safely downstairs without mishap. I shove it all in the machine, I sit in a chair and drink my coffee and stare at my book for a while, then doze off.  Then I shove it all in another machine, doze off some more, then shove it all back in my bag.

Even my own brain is bored at this point, and it’s the one narrating this.

Then I flump it all back upstairs, bumping on each step two flights up, then I get there, and tuck the huge bag awkwardly under my arm as I reach for my keys.  My keys.  Which I last saw on the coffee table, before I broke it. The coffee table that is in pieces on the other side of my extremely locked door. Fuuuuuuuck. I was doing so well at avoiding the disaster clichés this morning too.

I’m not quite sure how long I stand there, basket in one arm, bag in the other, forehead resting against my door, softly whispering ‘fuck’ to myself. Let’s just say it was only seconds, OK. Allow me that much dignity. But apparently Sunday morning laundry is a thing, so who else do you think decides to do it? There he is folks, it’s Mr Apartment 4, Captain Handsome, the Meet-Cute that never was because we’ve already met and it sure wasn’t cute.

‘Are you… trying to walk through the door?’ He says that as if he actually thinks someone like me might try it. (I have. It doesn’t work. I still have a scar. Don’t ask, it’s a thing). I can’t even be bothered to lift my head up to be honest, so I leave my forehead resting on the door, and just rotate slightly. My hair catches as I turn.

‘Is your eyebrow supposed to look like that?’ I’m so done at this point, that I just smile. This is me, in all my glory. Run while you still can!

‘My keys, right now, are only four inches from my hand. But this door is slightly in the way of me getting them.’ I demonstrate which door I mean by banging on it slightly. With my head. I’m having a bad day, OK.

‘Ah. That explains the fuck. Um. What explains the eyebrow?’ He actually looks concerned, as if he’s genuinely asking, but actually, wait. His mouth is twitching slightly, and I can see he’s trying really hard not to laugh, but this is me, OK. I’m not going to be Nat. So he’s never going to like me, so I’m not going to try and hide it any more.  The bag slides out from under my arm and splits as it hits the floor, so my laundry slides like a wave across the hall, a shimmering wave of greying and holey sweatpants and sports bras, all mismatched of course. I put the basket down, and the washing powder tips over, and powder starts to pour out into a tiny mountain, just waiting for miniature skiiers to take to its slopes.  I. Don’t. Care. What’s the point in even trying?

This has only taken seconds, of course, and he’s still watching me but now he’s actually smiling. Ok, grinning. Woah, here comes a chuckle.

I turn around, rest my back against the door, and slide down it, until I’m sitting down. My feet knock over the powder mountain as I go, then end up resting in a pile of clothes.

‘I singed my eyebrow cooking. So I cut bangs to hide my eyebrow. Then I wore a cap to hide my bangs. But I was leaning out the window yesterday and my cap fell off. So I’m just wearing this brow with pride now.’

‘And the bandages?’  I look down at the greying bandages wrapped around my fingers.

‘Also cooking. The pile of wood inside my door wasn’t the result of cooking though. That’s the result of putting on my shoes. I am multi-talented in the inept department. I’ve won prizes for incompetence, but I lost them somewhere. I got a medal for most hospital appointments as a child but I swallowed it. I have lost my keys so many times that the super buys them in bulk. I am banned from all glassware shops in a three mile radius and when it’s icy, all local ER departments have a special cubicle set aside for me to have my bones set. My name is used in global alert systems to indicate an above ‘red’ level catastrophe. I am, to use the technical term, a freaking disaster.’

I look up to see how my rambling’s gone down, but he’s not there. Or not where I expect him to be anyway. His head is no longer six foot something up in the air, but is about level with mine.  He’s cross-legged on the floor, still with that toothy grin on, but he’s using his finger to poke around the washing powder, and he’s drawn a smily face with it. The bozo. Here I am being woeful and he’s cheering me up.

‘Is your window open?’

‘Um, yeah, why?’

‘So’s mine. You could go out my window, go along the fire escape, and let yourself in.  Or, I mean, you could live out here now. Either is fine.’

‘You’re suggesting that I, me, this person here, crawls out of an open window above ground level, walks along a rusting fire escape, pulls open another window, and crawls through?’

‘Yeah. It’ll be fun to watch. I’ll film it for YouTube.’

He’s definitely smiling at me now, but you know what, it’s OK. I don’t feel like blushing, I don’t feel like the butt of the joke, I feel like it’s OK to be chaos personified for a change.  So, I scoop up my laundry into the remains of the bag, and I go into his apartment. I’m not looking round, because that would be rude, but my peripheral vision is working way overtime taking it all in. There’s a load of art stuff, easels and paints. There’s a big TV and a laptop, and some unwashed mugs. It’s not that tidy, it’s kind of lived in and nice. Over by the window, there’s a sketchbook, the pages ruffled in the breeze, so I can’t see what he’s been drawing.

He slides the window a bit further up, and I stick one leg over the windowsill, and try to pull the other one over. I teeter for a little bit, but make it safely.  Then I make the mistake of looking down. I can see all the way down because there seems to be a lot of holes in this fire escape, and the bits that aren’t holes are mostly rust. But I’ve got this, I can do walking (let’s not remember the times I can’t).  I keep one hand on the wall, and try and stride purposefully along, but I’m doing these teeny little steps and when the metal lets out a kind of squawk, so do I.

I turn back for a second, and he’s got his head stuck out of the window watching. And yes, he’s filming it, just in case my plunge to the death can earn him a few dollars.  I’d make a rude gesture but I’m afraid of moving too much.

It’s not that far, so even at my glacial pace I make it to the window pretty quickly, then I wedge my fingers in the crack of the window and heave it up. I don’t get it very far, but I just want in by then, so I squeeze through, dangling half way for longer than is elegant, with just my backside and legs waving out of the window. I can definitely hear a snort and I really hope this doesn’t get uploaded anywhere.

Then I’m in, my head all red and sweaty from being upside down, and there’s my keys, on the shelf by the door, right where I’d put them for safekeeping while I cleared up my broken table. I grab them up, and I pull the window open, and I make my way back out.

Yes, you heard me.

I squeeze out of my own window, and I edge along the fire escape as it groans even louder, and the whole time Steve is watching me and doing that thing where you laugh so hard you can’t make any noise, so he’s just clutching at his chest and gasping. Thanks for all the help.

When I get to his apartment, he’s blocking half the window, hanging out of it. I edge past him, trying to get my leg over the sill, but there’s not much room so I end up tumbling through, and slowly sliding headfirst across his floor as my legs come into the room.  But I made it. I’m here.

‘You know…’ he’s squeaking, as he tries to catch his breath. ‘You could…. Oh god…. You….’  His hands are on his knees and his face is purple. I pull myself to sitting and wonder if I need to do the Heimlich manoeuvre, or CPR, or give him a shot from an epi-pen or something.  Finally he manages to heave in enough air and stands up, wiping his eyes.

‘You could just have opened your door.’

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[just-jordie-things]

Future Jumping (part two) - Peter Maximoff

word count: 2389 warnings: none? summary: four years after Peter and (y/n) get together, they begin to see her vision taking place, a bit of bad, but a bit of good as well. (part one)

~ four years later ~      (1973)

(y/n) had been going through her usual morning routine.  Waking up bright and early, showering, getting dressed, kissing a sleeping Peter’s forehead good morning, and now making breakfast.

Most of the students weren’t up and around yet.  Classes didn’t start for another hour and a half, so she had the kitchen all to herself, with the perk of quiet halls as well.

The news was playing on a small tv set on the counter, and she was barely listening to it as she made her toast and a bowl of fruit.  Something was on about the JFK assassination.  It had been twelve years, but there always seemed to be some new information coming out about it.

“Goo’ morning” A quiet and tired voice called, and (y/n) turned to smile at Jubilee, who was dragging her feet into the kitchen and practically pulling her body onto a chair at the table.

“Good morning to you too,” (y/n) smiled.  “You’re up early”

“Couldn’t sleep,” She muttered.  “Jean was having a nightmare pretty much all night.  Kept projecting it onto me”

(y/n) smiled sadly at the girl.

“You want me to make you some breakfast?”

“No thanks, it’s too early, I’m not hungry yet” Jubilee yawned, and propped her elbow on the table to hold her head in her hand.

“Want me to make up a guest room for you to sleep in?” She offered instead, but Jubilee just shook her head.

“No… I’ll just stay up until classes start”

(y/n) just chuckled, picking out the last of the fruit she wanted, and putting the rest back in the fridge.  The plus side to living on such a vast property, was that the gardens always provided fresh produce.

Unfortunately, she’d just grabbed a coffee mug from the cabinet, when her ears tuned into the broadcast playing.

“Erik Lehnsherr, a mutant informally known as Magneto, has just been found guilty of the assisnation of President John F Kennedy”

The mutant girl whipped around, eyes blown wide and body going numb as she focused on the television.  The mug she’d been holding crashed to the floor, but the sound didn’t make it to her ears.

“Lehnsherr will be imprisoned at the Pentagon itself.  How a prison can contain a man who controls metal, the public is waiting to new.  This is Action 5 News, reporting live to you”

Jubilee was calling (y/n’s) name, asking questions, and scurrying to change the channel to another station, hoping for more answers.  But (y/n) remained stiff, and unresponsive.

“Sorry I…” She trailed off, abandoning the broken mug on the ground and the breakfast she made as she left the kitchen.  “I have to…”

Slowly but surely, (y/n) blindly walked back to her room, completely zoned out of reality and into her own thoughts.  She’d bumped into Hank on her way up the stairs, and he’d asked her if she was alright, but she just kept on climbing upwards, three flights, and down the hall to her room.

The door was unlocked, as she’d left it when she’d left earlier.  But Peter was awake, sitting on the end of her bed, eyes trained on the tv as another news station relayed the same details she’d just heard.

“Peter…” She mumbled, walking towards him with open arms.  He didn’t even turn to her as she sat next to him, knees on the mattress, arms wrapped around his shoulders, as she watched with him.

There was a picture of Erik on the screen, which must’ve been taken the day of the parade.  His hand was outstretched, and it was obvious that he was manipulating his mutation, towards the president’s general direction.

(y/n) set a hand on Peter’s cheek, and moved his head closer to press her lips against his hair.

“I… I’m so sorry, Peter,” She murmured.  “This is my fault, I could’ve stopped it- I- I don’t know how I didn’t see this coming, how did I not-”

He took her hand from his face, brows drawn together in worry as he shook his head at the girl.

“Don’t say that, this isn’t your fault, (y/n), none of it is”

There were tears in both of their eyes, that neither of them wanted to let fall.

“I don’t understand,” She mumbled, finding it hard to speak with the lump in her throat.  “This is something big, something important, how did I not see it coming?”

He cradled her face in his hands, just shaking his head softly before pulling her against him.

That day, they sat and held each other all morning as they watched different channels report the same news.  Desperate for any sort of new information, but there was none.

By the end of the day, it wasn’t that Erik had assassinated the president.  It was that a mutant had done it.

That’s when things started to really change. ___

(six months later)

“Hey,” Peter called, but (y/n) didn’t budge.  “Are you sleeping? Wake up”

She was laying in bed, her back to him, hair sprawled out all over her pillow.  Peter was nudging her shoulder relentlessly until finally she groaned and rolled over onto her stomach, muttering curses into her pillow.

“It’s the middle of the night, Silver, what do you want?” She grumbled.  He just smiled, thinking it was adorable when she was so grumpy when she first wakes up.

The school was… well, no longer a school.  At least, it could barely be called that.  Some of the old students still lived here, mostly because they had nowhere else to go.  Charles Xavier rarely showed his face.  Anyone who had somewhere to be, was gone.  Meanwhile Peter and (y/n) didn’t have to teach classes anymore.

“Are you listening?” He asked, pushing her hair out of her face.  She nodded, but her eyes were still shut, and she was breathing slow enough to almost be dead.

“Mhm” She hummed.

“It’s 1973” He told her, almost too excitedly.

(y/n) opened one eye, brows furrowing as she stared at him like something was wrong with his face.

“Yeah…?” She spoke slowly.  “It has been for a while now…”

“My D- Erik’s in prison” He tripped over his words but caught himself.

Still confused, (y/n) rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times at him, trying to stay awake.  She wasn’t sure if he was on something, but clearly his mind was buzzing.

“Yeah,” She repeated, almost out of concern.  “Peter are you alright?”

“This is the year you jumped to, four years ago,” He told her, a slight smile beginning to tug on his lips.  “When you came back and said Erik was in prison, and that we were engaged”

Okay, now (y/n) was interested.

Her brows raised as she stared at her boyfriend, who was laying on his side, eyes flickering between hers.  She couldn’t even find her voice to speak, not that she’d know what to say.

Peter chuckled at her stunned response, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close to him, so that she was sharing his pillow.  She remained silent, and staring at him to continue.

Was this… his way of…

“Crazy, hm?” He commented, and she shrugged a shoulder.

“I mean…” (y/n) trailed off, unsure of how to reply.  “Yeah” She finished lamely.

Peter’s lips brushed her forehead as he settled back in to bed.

“I didn’t mean to wake you so early, I was just… thinking too much” He said.  She nodded awkwardly, hand laying across his neck, fingers curled at his jaw comfortably.  A sweet gesture she often did.

“That’s alright,” She hummed tiredly, before chastely kissing his lips and cuddling into his chest.  “You can always wake me up when you think too much,” She added, wrapping her arms around his torso and holding him tighter.  “I love you”

She wasn’t all that tired anymore, even though it was so late it was a new day.  So she just laid there and clung to Peter, eyes still open as her own train of thoughts began to run wild.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know,” He said softly, and dropped a kiss into her hair.

Sweetheart, she repeated internally.  A nickname he only used without thinking, like it came naturally, and oh so loving it sounded in his voice.

“I love you too”

She buried her face into the soft material of his shirt, just wanting her senses to be consumed by him completely. ___

Weeks later, and (y/n) could still only think about what Peter had said late at night, reminding her of the future that she’d envisioned.  Their future.

Oh, how she wanted to jump forward in time to see if it was true, if it works out, if the two of them are able to marry.  She wanted to know so desperately, that she would ball her hands up into tight fists, digging her nails into her palms to force herself not to.  She didn’t want to ruin it for herself, she just wanted to live life and see how it played out.

She was currently walking with him along the yards, talking about the good old days, when the school was booming with life and students and the acceptance everyone who attended needed.

“I miss it,” (y/n) sighed, squeezing Peter’s hand.  He smiled sadly down to her, releasing her hand to wrap his arm around her waist and tug her into his side.  “I miss everyone” She added, leaning her head against his shoulder as they walked.

“I do too sweetheart,” He told her.  “We’ll see them all again someday, someday soon”

She nodded, and they walked silently in peace for a few minutes.  The stone paths were worn, and felt empty without students in the courtyards.  She felt nostalgic just being here.

The apple trees they passed were the only lively thing about the land.  Bright red apples hanging from the limbs, ripe for the picking.  The fall season had done them well this year.

“Wanna pick any?” Peter asked, and she shrugged, not caring all that much.

“That’s alright,” She answered, counting all the perfect apples they passed in her head.  “I don’t really eat apples that m- hey, that’s our tree”

She cut herself off, and pulled out of his hold to wander to the tree they’d had their six month anniversary date under.  They’d planned on going into town and having a romantic dinner and then do some sightseeing, but Peter had hurt himself on a mission, and wasn’t able to leave school grounds.  So they’d picnicked under an apple tree.

The heart that they’d carved into the trunk was still there, along with the initials that Peter had added for the extra cliche factor.  He’d always surprised her with how much of a romantic he really was.  

(y/n) smiled at the carving now, and brushed her fingertips against it gently, like it would break.

But the bark did wobble a bit, like it wasn’t connected to the rest of the tree.

“What the…” Brows furrowed, she wiggled the caved piece of wood so that she could maneuver it outwards, revealing that it had been cut, and there was a small hollow pocket in the tree.  Inside, sat a folded piece of paper.

With the heart shaped bark in one hand, she grabbed the paper and unfolded it curiously.

“It says will you-”

“Will you marry me?”

She felt like she was moving in slow motion when she turned around to see Peter, on one knee, with a ring held out to her between his fingers.  A ring she recognized.

(y/n’s) heart skipped a beat as she stared at him, suddenly unable to breathe.

“You gotta answer sweetheart, I’m on the edge of my seat here-”

“Yes,” She breathed out, almost inaudibly.  “Yes! Yes!” She said louder as he stood up, taking her right hand and sliding the ring effortlessly onto her ring finger.  “Yes, yes I’ll marry you, of course I’ll marry you-”

“Alright sweetheart,” He said through laughter as he took her face in his hands.  There were already streams of tears running down her cheeks.  Peter kissed her quickly, thumbs brushing away the tears like it was second nature.  “I love you so much baby” He murmured, kissing between her eyes and then smiling down at her again.

“I love you so much more” She replied happily, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his longingly.

She was so relieved to have never spoiled this moment for herself.

It was perfect on it’s own.

After many minutes of kissing and crying and smiling nonstop, he took her hand to admire the ring on her finger.

“Is this the one you saw in your vision?” Peter asked, and she nodded, unable to look away from it.

“It is, and it’s perfect.  It’s beautiful,” She told him, kissing him sweetly.  “Just like you” She said cheesily, but it made him grin nonetheless.  “You’d told me that you couldn’t wait to marry me,” She mused.  “And I can’t wait to marry you either”

“Be honest with me,” He spoke curiously.  “Have you looked ahead to see what happens next?”

(y/n) grinned as she shook her head.  “No,” She hummed.  “We’ll just have to see where it goes, huh? Live moment to moment”

“What, like ordinary people?” He joked, and she laughed, securing her arms around him tighter.

“I’m not sure you could be ordinary if you tried, Silver”

“Says you, miss time traveler” He teased, kissing her nose.

“So we get married, and lie the most abnormal life we can?” She asked, quirked an eyebrow.

“Not sure how much more abnormal it can get, being X-Men,” He answered.  “Besides… I kinda like the ring of it all, don’t you?”

She smiled delightedly, nodding her head before leaning on the tips of her toes to kiss him.  Peter’s arms wound around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her around.

“Why don’t we tell the others, hm?”

“Okay” She said, nodding her head, kissing him one final time as he set her down.

No longer does she feel the urge to blink forward in time, now perfectly content in letting each day be a new surprise. ___

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xoxo ~ jordie

[allexday]

Hi love could you possibly do a reaction or scenario how yoongi would be if reader were together with him for a few years but escaped from him when reader found out she was pregnant and was scared what yoongi would think when he found out so she left but he found reader a few hours later?

Our Life

Pairing - min yoongi/reader

Warnings - pregnancy, mentions of sex, kidnapping, language

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Your hands trembled as you stared blankly at the test in your hands. You bit your lip nervously, overwhelmed with all the possibilities that could come from this. Oh God, you really hoped it was negative.

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape as the test started working. Holy shit... No.

There, staring back at you, was a pink + sign. At that very moment, your world fell apart. You burst into sobs, falling onto your knees, clutching the test to your chest.

You've always wanted to be a mother, yes. But not like this, and definitely not with him. You raked your hands through your hair, your brain calculating what to do. You have to get out of here, it's no longer just your life at stake, it's your baby's life as well.

You quickly picked yourself up, ignoring your reflection in the bathroom mirror and running out of the small room. You had to get packing, Yoongi would be back any moment. Oh, you loved him so much. That's the only reason you stayed. But he's so abusive, he's so controlling.

At times you feel like your suffocating in a room full of air. You quickly packed your things, throwing them all in a single suitcase and zipping it up quickly. Your parents will help you, you know it. They're the ones always reassuring you how you're never alone in situations like this.

You wiped your tears and looked around the bedroom, your heart sinking at the thought of never seeing Yoongi again. But you have to do this. You have to. You quickly shook your head, rushing out of the room and out of the house. You walked down the drive way, quickly pulling out her phone and dialing your friend's number.

"Hey, (Y/n)! I've been meaning to tell you som-... Are you crying?! What's going on, tell me and I'll be right there!"

You sobbed heavily, feeling as if your entire life is crumbling to the ground.

"I'm so scared... Please, please come get me... Please..," You cried out desperately.

"Are you at Yoongi's? I'm going to be right there, just hold on!"

You nodded your head, mumbling out a quick thank you before hanging up, falling to your knees once more on the harsh pavement.

What are you going to do? You're still in college and you barely can pay any tution. Before Yoongi, you were working a 9 to 5 job that pays you minimum wage. Yoongi always took care of you after that... You haven't worked in over 2 years because of him.

Fuck, this is all a mess. You knew Yoongi always wanted kids and now if he finds out about you being pregnant he's never going to let you go. He's going to keep you stuck in that... That house!

You turned around, glaring hard at the 3 story building that stood tall and proud. You've been living here with Yoongi for so long, it was almost home. Almost. Currently, it was a prison.

Soon, your friend pulled into your drive way, quickly getting out of the car and running over to you.

"Oh! Honey, come on. Let me help you, tell me what's wrong!" She said at the sight of your tear stained face.

"I... I'm pregnant," You sobbed out, falling into her arms.

She gasped, holding you tightly at the news. She was happy for you, but when it dawned on her that the father could only be the one and only Min Yoongi, she felt a haunting feeling going up her spine.

"Come on, we need to get you to your parents," She helped you walk, pulling your suitcase with her and helping you into her car.

"Listen, (Y/n). It's going to be okay, just hold on, okay? We're going to get you out of this city,"

You nodded sheepishly, already feeling safe and sound.

That was a mistake.

~

You were currently at your parents house, 6 hours away from Yoongi. You were right, your parents had welcomed you with open arms and had reassured you that they would help with anything and everything.

For once in 2 years you felt safe and free. Although you still loved Yoongi with all your heart, you knew that it was better this way. The things he would teach your child frightened you. You couldn't let your child grow up like that. Never would you ever watch your child turn into Yoongi, it was your worst nightmare.

You were laying in your old childhood bed, staring at the roof of the cieling tiredly. You rubbed your belly subconsciously, already thinking about baby names. You didn't know the gender of your child, but right now you were taking everything one step at a time.

Suddenly, however, you heard something bang against your window. You looked over at it, staring at it in shock before another bang came. This made you jump. You quickly got out of bed, walking over to your window and staring out of it cautiously. No one was there.

You felt a shiver go up your spine as you opened the window, looking for a clearer view. Still, no one. You quickly shut the window, locking it in place. You had to lock this place down, asap. Even if it was nothing, you still had nightmares of Yoongi and every little thing made you fearful of your life.

Plus, your parents were currently out on a lunch date, so you were home alone.

You quickly ran out of your room, down the flight of stairs and over to your front door, making sure it was locked up. You felt a sigh of relief when you found it already locked, making your nerves settle a little.

"Found you, kitten~"

~

You woke up in a bed. It was comfortable and felt like heaven, however, it reminded you too much of your old bed... In Yoongi's house. The thought made you jump up quickly, looking around your surroundings. You felt a tear slip out of your eye when you realized you were back at the house.

Was this all just a nightmare? Were you not really pregnant?

The thought was interrupted by the door to the bed room swinging open, the smiling face of Yoongi filling your vision.

"Hey, baby. Are you still feeling well?"

The question made you hum yes, while rubbing your eyes tiredly.

"Yeah, um I don't know. I guess it's just a headache,"

Yoongi nodded while walking in, stopping beside the bed. He looked down at your form in awe, his smile bright and warm. Something was up.

"So, baby... I found something today. It was really surprising but it was very good news," He sat beside you on the bed, putting his hand on your knee in a comforting manner.

"What was it, Yoongs?"

"A pregnancy test,"

You blood ran cold. You stared at Yoongi fearfully, his face smiling and looking into your eyes for your reaction.

"I'm so happy! We're going to be a family! We haven't got married yet but, I mean, with all that sex we had I mean, it was about time if you ask me! We can always get married before the baby comes! Oh my gosh, I can't wait! We should start turning one of the guest bedrooms into a nursery! Oh, crap, we haven't found out the gender yet, have we? I mean, I don't think it matters but I would love to paint the room a nice sky blue!"

Yoongi continued to ramble on and on about the baby, his hand resting on your stomach now, looking lovingly at the small bump that has already formed.

"Oh, kitten! I'm so happy!"

He hugged you closely, holding onto you desperately, like you were life itself. You felt yourself go limp, tears running down your eyes but no sobs or expressions evident on your face.

Your life was truely over.

You were his, the baby was his, everything was his.

And Min Yoongi doesn't like to share his things.